My sexual climax dwindled, but a new crescendo rose. It was an exhilaration, a feeling of energy that raged in my veins. Brandon pressed his mouth to mine, and we stared wide-eyed into each other through the kiss, the feeling firing through our synapses, flashing, blinding, then… done. The energy dissipated, and with it, our strength. Brandon lowered us weakly, and I slid down the wall, before falling into a spineless sprawl on the floor. Our mouths stayed connected, the passion boiling, then simmering, then calming. We parted with a harmony of gasps, then looked down. My body was covered from foot to neck in white patterns. They were of animals and plants, the lines contouring to every curve of me, impossible in their intricacy. A wolf howled on my shoulder, a lioness stalked a buffalo on my thigh, a whale swam beneath the reflection of the moon on one of my breasts. There were hundreds of other scenes on my body, from the soles of my feet, to the tips of my fingers, each one flowing Fucking with the curves of my form, and separated by patterns of foliage and water. As the light dimmed to its normal radiance, I noticed that it was tinged slightly green. Brandon created a butterfly, and its ghostly shell shined with the same green tint, before it dimmed to reveal the creature beneath. The monarch floated lazily about the room, and settled on a stalk of milkweed growing in the window. “Congratulations, Bound One.” Brandon whispered, “You’re alive.” “Oh my god.” I said quietly, the enormity of it only allowing a small sound from my throat. I was alive. I had a body, and it was mine, and it was flesh and blood and soul like it was supposed to be. I touched the tips of my fingers to my thumb, and realized that I couldn’t remember what pussy it felt like to feel nothing. All those of years of floating between Fingering life and death felt like bad dream that was already fading from memory. “I love you.” Brandon said quietly. “I love you.” I replied. It was strange how little the phrase meant to me. For most couples, the speaking of those three words was a landmark moment in their relationship, but for me, it seemed like we were just speaking the obvious. “Now…” Brandon sex sighed, then groaned as he sat upright, “what the hell do we tell Mom and Dad?” “We don’t; problem solved.” I laughed. masturbating Brandon did not share my mirth. His blue eyes were narrowing as they focused on the butterfly in the window. I looked inquisitively at the insect, wondering what Brandon was curious about. Then I saw the cityscape behind the butterfly, and the sapphire light that illuminated the clouds on the horizon. “Did we do that?” I asked. Brandon didn’t respond. Then I felt it. A rush of cool wind blowing through the canopy small of the arboretum, followed by the sound of thunder. But it wasn’t thunder. It was the flapping of wings. “I hope Fingering Mistress will give me a turn. Scoop could pussy feel the woman arch her back small as her hands gripped the sides of his face and move him toward her breasts. anything! They’re so excited I’m surprised they haven’t said anything yet.” Blood rained down on him hotly and she groaned low in her throat. You slide your finger into my pussy and started to slide in and out. Make him cum so I can lick it all out and stick my tongue down your throat! Heather's first client seemed to be a large, green hairy ape. “See you on Monday, Mr. Davies,” she purred Fucking as she sauntered away, her skirt swishing and swaying, masturbating flaring about that yummy rump.” He sounded very angry. Layla bit her lip, knowing how completely empty she was and glanced at Gia for support, but Gia couldn’t help but laugh, the tiredness obvious in her own voice, as she relaxed, “See? He'd had seen a woman, a shade over 5 feet tall, willowy in stature, long copper hair looking soft sex and silky, seeming to flow in the light breeze. "I love you," Michelle burbled. I would never forget you, and I would never stop chasing you.” "There, isn't that better?"