“You're the one who turns me on.” I tell her as I am moved by a surge of passion towards her.

She nods to wait.

“When are you going to show me your magic?”

“You're about to see it” she says.

And with her long-tapered hands, and long nails, she grabs me by the nape of my neck and kisses me. Hard. As if she wanted to possess me. As if to impart her power over me.

She starts undressing, slowly, very slowly for me. I look at her abundant and fleshy boobs, lifted and comforted by weakened shoulder pads that press on the shoulders. She has nice bristling, pointy...