After walking for about quarter of an hour, I spotted something glowing, floating over the barren landscape. Unsure what else to do, I headed towards it.
As I approached, it resolved into a figure, glowing with pale light. Her hair seemed white, almost the same colour as her skin, and hung down to her ass. Her features were proud and aristocratic. She was wearing an old-fashioned-looking black dress, but like my clothes it was ragged and torn. The rents showed off a pair of voluptuous breasts and nipples that seemed almost black against her pale skin, and a neatly trimmed triangle of that same white hair, pointing down to a pussy that showed the first signs of arousal.
I admit, I was caught. She was really hot, and something about the casual way she ignored her near nudity and the cruel smile that touched her lips sent shudders through my pussy. I wasn't THAT into girls, but there had been plenty of times when I was drunk that I'd found myself licking a pussy - or two - and I knew how good a woman could make me feel. Plus, I had food memories of one time a girl had caught me sucking off her boyfriend and the only way I'd been able to get out of there was by helping him fuck her into submission.
So, what with one thing and another, I was dripping wet by the time she glided up to me (she was floating across the ground, but unlike me she didn't have wings). I reached out to take hold of one of those delightful tits, but she slapped my hand away. Then, before I could react, she plunged her fingers into my pussy. |