The man at the gym, he was nothing, a mid-morning snack. Bhabhi His face buried in the folds of Rebecca’s neatly trimmed pussy, the man licked and sucked in time with Marin’s moaning. He must have been only nineteen or twenty. Now that was an intense love-making session. From farther away, Rebecca heard that laughter again. That’s why she had done that stupid spell in the first place! He loved her, of course. She couldn’t quite place the feeling, but she felt like there was some deep itch beneath her skin. “You should go lie down,” Rebecca said with a careful smile. She was starting to realize that the images of skin and sweat and heat that flooded through her mind were not dreams, but genuine memories of her escapades with her own husband the previous night. “What do you want from me?”MY HUNGER WILL BE SATED. YOUR BODY, MY VESSEL. Shit, thought Rebecca. And those dreams.
