Then it happened. A cool air swooped in, hovering over Zara before resting over her body. As soon as it did, the air turned warm, and she couldn’t move. Strangely, she wasn’t alarmed, but what happened next was something she could never explain.
Feeling like she was floating, Zara’s legs slowly rose, and her butt cheeks were gently separated. Like the plucking of guitar strings, Zara felt her body unravel in a manner she’d never felt before. She couldn’t stop it, but she didn’t want to. It was the best feeling she’d ever felt. Her stomach contracted wildly against her will. She couldn’t think or speak. She could only feel, and boy did she feel it.
“Ahhh,” she exhaled loudly, feeling her nipples harden under a touch that felt like twisting and pinching. “Fuck!” she exclaimed, never wanting it to stop. “Keep going,” she said to no one in particular. But once she did, that same lower hole that Hugh just pleased had stretched, sanctioning her to stretch her legs even wider.
As Hugh sang in the shower, Zara sang to the unsolicited presence that now held her body hostage. It was indeed divine in an insane type of way. Her ladylove box had died and gone to heaven.
“Baby, are you trying to go there and sing with me?” he asked stupidly, so full of himself. He was just that clueless.
Not only was she not into him sexually, but some strange phenomenon that she couldn’t even see, had managed to take her whole life.
“Uh!” she blurted out, feeling hot, but her pussy was feeling so good. “Oh yesssss!” she howled, her body exploding, going into a frenzy.
“Awww, daddy did good,” Hugh said as he busily whistled while in the shower. He had no clue her praises had everything to do with Getty’s invisible presence and nothing to do with him.
“Mmmm, yes. Soooo good,” she replied, her body almost lifting off the bed before she collapsed.
She was a slave to Getty, someone she’d never met, yet didn’t want to forget. Neither would Getty as he swallowed her essence, coating his tongue as it went down his throat. He’d been so busy chastising Diesel, but he now he’d thrown that all out the window. All it took was one look at Zara, and he forgot he didn’t fuck with humans like that.
He was very much used to just fucking a woman, but with her, he was perfectly fine partaking of her sweet, sweet nectar. Her scent was inside of him and all over his nose, mouth, and chin, running down his neck. Too bad he was invisible. He was enjoying the confused view he’d like to call his new pussy playground.
Then he caught himself. What the fuck have I done? I gotta go.
In an instant, he was gone, wiping any memory of his intrusion inside of her hot, slick pussy from her brain. She sat up and looked around as the air quickly resumed to its normal temperature.
“Damn, Hugh,” she huffed in confusion as her wetness covered her inner thighs and the sheets underneath her ass. “I need you to that again more often when I doze off.”
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