THE PLEASURE TRADER

ith his head in his hands, staring blankly at his still-empty drawing book on the table, which was the only other piece of furniture in the room. It was a failed attempt to thin

as usually the case, but he needed sex

prey, a blonde with snow white skin and blue eyes that tried to

she would keep looking at him like that without saying a word if he didn’t speak first. Normally, Himer would’ve pr

e help with t

that Himer could help her with. She had just her purse in her hands, and her exp

ough the elevator wall. “You seem preoccupied and burdened by somethin

n she realized her mistake, and it took

a bottle of wine or somet

r learned she was called, followed him to the hotel bar with hesitant steps, but his small talk w

eed was done there. On their way to her room, he discovered that their rooms were on the same floor, which was a piece of information she didn’t need to hear. Just one door separated Ann

mistakenly glance at his room door. She turned around and pushed the door closed with her back while their lips wrestled. She

t a pony, her lips and hands travelling all over his body with an urgency that could easily have been a fierce hunger. To

unzip his jeans. Once she had pulled the jeans off, Himer made her kneel with her hands on the bed as well, like a dog, while he hovered above her on his knees too. He cupped the back of her head and made her

se to face-fuck her. His movements into and out of her mouth made her produce satisfying gargling sounds that made even a satisfied Himeros grunt. He didn’t stop until he was on the brink of his release, and then he turned her around to take her from the back. He [pressed her

Himer lay behind her with his eyes on the ceiling, scanning his brain and hoping to not find a certain memory. He sighed. The memory was still there. After ponder