SIMPERING FOOL

From my view through the sheer curtains, I could see her. I could see into Lais’s master bedroom and watch her with her newest pet. Pitiful am I, but nothing and no other scoundrel was going to keep me from her.

And so I stood out here in the freezing rain watching as the bouquet of candles burned giving her room a soft glow while permeating the scent of jasmine.

Lais sat at the edge of her bed, my naked goddess. Her pet was groveling at her feet. He awaited her command to kiss, to feel, to touch her in any manner that she allowed.

Lais, she smiled giving consent. That lanky fucker who sat on bent knees leaped up brushing his nipples against her naked toes making her shiver. He was too young this schmuck with his pale blonde hair grinning, crawling up her long legs giving feather-light kisses climbing his way higher between her thighs.

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