- Nathan, - Helen squirms, trying to push me away, - On ..., - she hissed and sobbed plaintively at the same time, - tan ... please, - sobbed again, but immediately fell silent, digging her sharp nails into my shoulders, to then arch and scream. Tears of pain or pleasure flowed from her eyes. Fuck. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch how a beautiful face with milky-white skin went red spots, dark curly hair was disheveled, wet with sweat, therefore stuck to my forehead, and transparent drops trembled on the tips of short light brown eyelashes.

So disgustingly whimpering, shuddering and squeezing me with the muscles of...