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The Incubus' Bride
Date: 2/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com
just like I myself, steadily and composedly. Her hair is a curly and lovely chestnut brown, her eyes are brown and sort of dark, her skin is a darkish gold in tone and appearance, and she has just about everything that qualifies her for a really heart-warming and soul-winning young beautiful lady. I reach her and stop before her eyes to quickly express, “I brought this glass of ice cream, ma’am. Seeing that you are beautifully dressed in pink, I think….I in fact believe that this has been tailored and done up for you specifically. You can have it please!” She looks at me in astonishment and amazement. She is shocked; she is stunned wordless and even thoughtless and I know that she was not expecting this at all. There is no turning back now. What I have begun, I must successfully accomplish. “Has anyone sent you to give this to me?” Oh, oh! I hope it is not meant to mean, “Has anyone sent you to give this trash to me?” Or is it? I trust that that prolonged and shocked staring of hers at me does not connote to say that I am the ugliest and unsightly-est thing that she has ever met or run into? She scans and scours an eye at a black-dressed me. Do I look like a croon or moron to her? Maybe I have not adjusted and done up my tie well? Maybe I have a fucking damn cockroach crawling up on the collar of my shirt…..GOD!.......a fucking damn cockroach? I’ll scream out……..loud enough! “No, miss. This is just my kindly and polite act towards you. It’s a form of saying welcome to my ...