Her Virgin Touch
Lord Koga
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Her Virgin Touch
“Come… Come here,” He said as I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was ready for what was to come, ready to know the power of my own body or the pleasure of my own touch upon his bare flesh. “Come here now,” He demanded in a deeper, darker tone, his dark red eyes holding me in his gaze as he stood boldly in the center of the room, nude on the dance floor of the club.
“Come… Come closer,” he breathed heavily, almost sinisterly as I became hypnotized by his darkened gaze forcing me to step out from the shadows walking slowly into the dim light in the middle of the room. Allowing him to see all of me, for the first time in my life, I allowed a man to gaze upon the sharp rounds of my bare breasts, the lightly covered patch of my black covered pubic mound and my long slender thighs.