TRYST WITH THE DEVIL

He would have loved to keep his mouth shut, but he just could not anymore. He felt annoyed by her presence, he was the one doing the thinking, but that soft touch... that little touch of hers on his shoulders had raged up his man down between his legs.

His cõck had hardened and his balls stiff, the thought of her soft, pliant and curvaceous body was doing something to his senses, reeling his senses off some good thinking.

The effect she had and still has in him, was quite disturbing to him. He thought after what had happened the previous night in the club, he...