The Lover

By Renata W. Müller

Amina al-Hosani makes the hardest decision of her life when leaving her family and homeland behind, she stands on her own feet and starts a new life in London. She is not looking for love, yet love finds her in a truly unique way. Is it a blessing or a curse when two men captivate her heart at the same time? How does she decide which is the right one? Does she have to make a choice at all, or will life itself solve her dilemma?

This is a sequel to Amina’s story; a tale of three wounded hearts, genuine friendship and all-consuming love.  

Book 3. sequel short story: Dylan (not yet available in English)

Book 4. Hamid (not yet available in English)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Werthmüller Renáta
• Release date: Dec 21, 2022

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Renata W. Müller

The lover

The rebel series 2.

Erotic novel

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Chapter 1

Dylan

Amina

Liam

Chapter 2

Amina

Dylan

Chapter 3

Dylan

Liam

Amina

Dylan

Amina

Chapter 4

Amina

Liam

Dylan

Amina

Chapter 5

Dylan

Amina

Liam

Amina

Dylan

Amina

Liam

Chapter 7

Amina

The story of Qamar al-Zaman – From the tales of the One Thousand and One Nights

Chapter 1

Dylan

I was expecting many things, most of all a slap in the face when I pressed the bell of the Greenhaven house. I had even put out a hand to shield my private parts, just in case. Instead, this perfection of a girl, for whom I ran across half the country on my motorbike at a crazy speed, threw her arms around my neck and held me like she had really missed me. I acted like an arsehole with her on the boat, I had followed my gut-feeling - as I always do under pressure. I took off, I felt it was the best thing to do. Then, as the week passed, I realized it might be really good for everybody else, but it sucks for me. This whole story with the virginity and to rid her of it, was too good to be true. There is no doubt, of course, that she is a virgin, but the fact that she got me involved with this mission, was too much for me.

Amina is the coolest, the most special, the most exciting girl destiny has ever dealt me. She deserves no less than the best, which is why I left her with Liam and kept a distance for a full week. I was purposely an arsehole at Villains too when I was groping that chick, whose name I can’t even remember. I wanted Amina to know that she would be much better without me. Why am I here now? Why is my tongue in her mouth, why are her legs wrapped around my waist, and why am I grabbing her butt like mad? Because I am a selfish prick, that’s why.

I was going insane when I thought of them two, having all sorts of fun on the beach, without me. I was meant to be with them. For reasons unbeknownst to me, this girl wants me just as much as she wants Liam, and this… I hate to admit it, eats me up from inside. Amina affects me, and by this I mean that it’s not only my dick that comes to life because of her, but my whole body too. As I laid alone in my room above the restaurant, drowning with frustration, I came to understand I had to give us a chance. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but it’s been clear that I had to come here today. At this moment, this is the only place in the goddamn universe where I want to be.

Slowly, I put Amina back on the floor, and I feel dizzy with adrenaline, lost for words after this passionate attack. I look at Liam inquisitively, but he quickly takes his gaze off us. Actually, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had answered the door for me with a punch in the face for what I had done before, although I have the feeling that the punch is only a matter of time.

Amina licks her lips still pulsing from our kiss, smooths down her hair, then blinks at me and at Liam with embarrassment.

‘Woah! This is what I call a welcome,’ I grin, and rub my stubble which, considering that I have given shaving a miss this week, has become a tiny beard. ‘So, does this mean you’re happy I’m here?’

I’m trying to joke around, but she doesn’t seem to get it. Liam casts a murderous glance at me, while Amina absent-mindedly chews on those lustful, kissable lips. I know her well enough; she won’t be able to keep her opinion to herself, her sense of justice will show itself.

‘Of course, I am. But I think I made it quite clear last weekend as well. You know, after which you left me without a word. Remember?’

I take a deep breath and begin to massage the back of my neck. The time has come for me to get it together and bag my ego.

‘Sorry. I’ve been an idiot.’

Liam makes a sound as though he is about to throw up, or maybe he’s just murmuring something under his breath, but something’s troubling him, for sure.

‘Okay,’ Amina says softly, then she looks up at me with a frown. I know this stare all too well. She won’t give in to that apology. ‘Help me understand, Dylan, because I can’t remember ever hurting you or being mean or unfair to you. Or does my memory fail me?’

‘Hell, Cupcake!’ I run my fingers through my hair, and she quivers as always when I call her by this silly name. ‘Exactly. You haven’t done anything wrong. You’ve been good to me. Too good.’

‘How can someone be too good to another?’

‘I…’ God, how am I to explain this? ‘I thought it would be better for you if I left. It would be better for both of you.’

‘I thought you wanted the same… that we all be in it,’ says she, pointing a finger to each one of us.

‘I do want it. I want it like hell, and that’s exactly why I am here.’ Deep inside I am determined to repeat myself only once more, and then I would get the hell out of here: ‘I’m sorry.’

Amina studies my face with sad eyes. She steps very close up to me, and with a gentle touch, smooths my forehead, her fingers run down my profile, down to my mouth. She closes her eyes as if she could see more through the touch, and who knows, she might be right. If she really doesn’t want me to go, then there is no power to remove me from her bed today.

‘It’s okay,’ she answers after a long time, and as she opens her eyes again, she is already smiling.

It’s because of these things and more, that you just can’t help adoring her. She is not playing games, she doesn’t try to manipulate you, but is honest and authentic. I have hurt her, yet she is not trying to punish me, she’s not afraid to show her feelings.

I yank her to me and kiss lustfully into her neck, taking her earlobe between my teeth, tickling her while she tilts her head back alluringly, giggling. The tension I have been carrying since last weekend leaves in a second, the anxiety is gone. It’s as if I feel lighter in her presence.

‘What have you been doing?’ I ask, running my fingers through the thick locks of hair on her shoulder.

‘We’ve been cooking dinner,’ she laughs.

I cast a glance towards the kitchen where Liam is opening a beer for himself, all grumpy. On the counter I see jars of sauce and salad dressing from the shop. Amateurs!

‘No way!’ I snort, looking at Liam. ‘Have you tried to poison her?’

He’s not getting it. He chooses to take a drag of his beer instead, then slams it down onto the counter with all his might.

‘Could you just give us a minute, please?’ he turns to Amina, nodding at me.

So there is no way to get away with less than a fight. Amina pulls away from me, steps up to him and runs her hand over his arm intimately. I think she wants to soothe him, because he seems to be near enough a stroke.

‘Liam,’ she whispers with worry.

‘It’s all right, Mina, we just need to clear something.’

He kisses her on the forehead, then nods towards me, signalling that I follow him to the veranda.

After we step out, Liam closes the slide door behind us, I guess, to make sure Amina can’t hear us. He gives me a killer look then turns to face the sea and puts his hand in his pocket. I lean against the wall and we keep quiet for a while. We stare at the waves, but I know we only appear to be at peace. The storm is about to break.

‘Why are you here?’ he blurts out with a sinister voice.

‘You know why I am here. For the same thing you are here.’

He snorts and turns to face me with anger.

‘I’m not sure about that at all.’

‘Amina wanted me to come, you know it very well.’

He turns away, takes a deep breath, and looks up to the sky.

‘I know.’

‘Have you changed your mind? Are you no longer game?’

He takes a few threatening steps towards me. It crosses my mind I might need to protect myself in case he decides to punch me.

‘If this is just a game for you, if you’re only having fun with her then just fuck off. Right now. I know she wants you to be here, but I still won’t let you hurt her feelings. Leave her alone, Dylan,’ he jabs a finger at me. I want to interrupt him, but he waves me off angrily. ‘I’ve never said anything about your sick womanizing. I never commented when the women you used, the ones you abandoned after shagging them, were looking for you at my apartment. Correct?’ he asks with a temper, and I shrug my shoulders. ‘Correct?’ he yells into my face.

‘Okay, okay. You’re right,’ I lift my hands with resignation.

He goes quiet and begins to pace up and down the floor of the veranda, with agitation.

‘You’re my bro, I love you, I’d do anything for you, but I swear, I’ll kick your teeth in if you use her. If you hurt her, or if I see her crying because of you, I’ll let all hell lose.’ His eyes are glittering so wildly that I never doubted his words for a moment. ‘I won’t let you near her unless you say that she’s important to you, she means something to you, and you’re not just following your dick.’

‘She means something to me,’ I interrupt him quickly. Maybe I’m caught in Liam’s eagerness, I don’t know.

The idea is totally new to me as well. This is the first time I have said it out loud, and it’s probably not by accident that it’s in the presence of my brother. He’s the only one in front of whom I never put on an act. After the situation of my home and the death of my father became known, everybody kept telling me to see a psychiatrist. I never did. Drinking beer with Liam was my therapy.

He lifts his head towards me, and with some surprise, studies my face. He may not have expected this response. I push myself away from the wall, step up to him at the edge of the veranda, and add with a hand in my pocket: ‘She’s different, and that may be why I should never have come here.’

‘Yet, you are here,’ he replies quickly, studying me with raised eyebrows.

‘I am,’ I say, shrugging my shoulders.

Liam takes a step back and begins to observe me like he’s never seen me before. This conversation is about to scare the shit out of me. He runs a hand through his hair, and a loud, incredulous moan breaks from him.

‘Damn it, man!’

‘What is it?’ I ask with suspicion.

‘You also have a crush on her.’

What? He’s out of his mind. Wait just a minute.

‘I want her like crazy. That’s not the same,’ I shake my head restlessly.

‘Bullshit. You’re enamoured by her.’

‘I never said anything like that, okay? Don’t overthink it,’ I jab a menacing finger at him, but he just keeps giggling to himself like some idiot, slowly shaking his head.

‘We’re in it deep.’

As we go back into the house, we find Amina perched on the sofa. She’s holding a book in her hand, but she’s not reading, I can tell from the cover that she’s holding it upside down. As soon as she sees us, her eyes shift excitedly between us, she squeezes the book to her chest.

‘Everything okay?’ she asks cautiously.

I scratch the back of my neck, while Liam rubs his stubble, looking clueless.

‘We’ll soon see,’ he responds, exhaling strongly.

She is visibly relieved, then gets up and starts walking, but soon comes to a halt. I think she finds it hard to decide which one of us to come to. Liam and I look at one another, and take a step in her direction almost at the same time, solving her dilemma. My bro reaches out and pulls her in between us by her hand. His palm slides over to the back of her neck, he leans over and kisses her right in my face, while Amina’s butt rubs against my crotch. Damn hot.

At first, Amina moans with surprise, embarrassed by the closeness, but Liam whispers into her mouth: ‘Relax. Everything will be okay, there is no need to worry. We’ll take care of you.’

At that, a sensual sigh of relief breaks from her, which gets me started. I’ve been fantasizing about this too long, my aroused body wants more. I can hardly hold myself back. I dig my fingers into Amina’s hair from behind, and I pull her towards me a bit. She looks beautiful as she blinks at me with eyes full of desire, still a little taken aback. I take out my low, alluring voice that always works on girls.

‘I need a shower, then I’ll be game for anything.’

I lean over and to emphasize my point, I kiss her mouth slow and deep. Liam watches us with a hungry stare. he couldn’t even deny that he’s enjoying it. The shithead. I wink at Amina, then straighten myself and start carrying my stuff upstairs.

‘While you beautify yourself, I finish the meal,’ I hear Liam’s remark behind my back, so I turn back around and jab a menacing finger at him.

‘Don’t even think about it, loser. Get out of the kitchen or I’ll break your hand. I’ll do it later.’ The response is only laughter. ‘I wouldn’t mind some company in the shower, if someone wants to join me,’ I add.

I give Amina a meaningful look. She bites her lower lip with embarrassment. I will take her apart, for sure.

‘Thanks man, but I’ll pass,’ says Liam, I don’t respond to that.

His humour seems to be returning.

Upstairs, I peek into a room, but the two single beds are untouched. In the other room, though, where the double bed is, I find their stuff. After some thinking I drop my bag in the empty room, take a towel out of a wardrobe and aim for the bathroom. I’m horny as shit, can’t even remember when was the last time I wanted a woman so much. Recently I haven’t been in the mood for sex, or, that’s not entirely true. I wasn’t in the mood for sex with anybody else, Amina has been the only one to arouse me. I last had sex with Cass, but even that was a while back, and since then… I only made a pass on the girl at Villains to annoy Amina, but it didn’t work out.

I drop my clothes, step into the shower and set the water to a pleasant lukewarm. I lather and rinse myself, thinking about her all the time. About her inexperienced hand sliding over my body… Even the thought gets me hard, so it might still be a good idea to let some steam out before facing her in bed. I don’t have the foggiest, how long my self-control would last. I’m not used to girls who are beginners at sex. I can’t exactly run her down, and self-restraint is… well, let’s say is not my strength. My previous hint about the shower wasn’t actually meant as a joke. I wondered if she would be cool enough to come after me, and now I have to realize I’m disappointed, because…

I wipe the water from my eyes, and through the glass of the shower cubicle I see Amina standing at the door, staring at me. Her face is rosy with embarrassment, yet she is devouring me with her eyes. I get a wave of heat only because of the way she looks at me, and come to think of it, I must be the first naked man she has seen in real life – this blows my mind. She is full of surprises.

‘Hi there, beautiful. Come closer!’ I mumble. She takes a step forward, so now I get a better look at her face. She is flushed, breathing with her mouth open, yet never averting her eyes off me. Let the little voyeur have her fun: I add a little fuel to the flames. I let my hand run down my chest, slowing into the movement as I reach the stem of my dick, and Amina’s breathing accelerates in sync. I am half hard when I grab myself, which makes her groan and look into my eyes. Now I want more too.

‘Take off your clothes. I want to see you.’

She gulps, but takes off her cardigan, and with determination, she slips off her shirt too. She drops them on the floor, now she is standing before me in her jeans and white bra. She is breathtakingly beautiful, even if she is not wearing anything provoking. She hesitates.

‘Pants too,’ I encourage her. ‘Feel free to take them off, I’ve seen you in your knickers anyway,’ I grin, so she looks at me with a shock. ‘On the first night when Liam took you in and we played doctors. Can’t you remember?’

‘I can’t remember much from that night,’ she mumbles, but begins to pull off her jeans with obedience.

As I watch her, my hands are moving automatically up and down my dick. The pants drop from Amina’s fingers and with admiration, she watches me work myself, while her nipples harden before my eyes under the lace. She is going to kill me…

‘You’re circumcised?’ she asks with admiration in her voice, and her question surprises me too.

At the time, my mother insisted on it for religious reasons, but I have never ascribed much significance to it.

‘Is it bothering you?’ I ask with my eyebrows raised, and she pulls a shy smile.

‘Not at all.’

‘Have you seen anything like this?’

‘Like what?’ she asks with a dying voice.

‘When a man does it for himself.’ She swallows and shakes her head. ‘Do you want to see?’

She looks at me with big eyes, but nods. She is puzzled, but her curiosity is even bigger than her puzzlement.

‘Come closer and take off all your clothes.’

She steps up close to the cubicle while unbuckling her bra and letting the bra drop to the floor. She almost forgets about her own embarrassment, being so occupied with the show I put on for her. While I work my dick with firm moves, I watch her round, bare breasts, drooling. When I met her, she was skinny. Her figure was that of a girl; less feminine, which, considering the turmoil she had to go through, can be understood. By now, though, she has filled up and became womanly in the most arousing sense of the word. I have been trying to picture for a while what could be hidden under those shirts and blouses, but the sight exceeds all my expectations. My fingers close around my dick with the desire to hold those round tits.

‘Take off your knickers too,’ I say, close to suffocation.

For a moment, she takes her eyes off me, and looks at her almost naked body. She hooks a finger in the edge of her knickers and looks back at me with uncertainty.

‘I have never—’

‘I know, but you have no reason to feel ashamed. You’re simply beautiful. Fucking perfect. See this? See how hard I am?’ I hold onto my dick which is erect as a flag, all because of her, and she sighs a sweet yes. ‘All because of you. Just you. Because I want you so much.’

The lacy knickers lands on the floor, and my chin also drops. Her nipples protrude forward, hard, and I almost hear them yearn for my mouth. Her belly is flat but not muscular like a body builder’s, more like… perfectly feminine and soft. But as my eyes wander to her crotch, I almost cum into my palm. Damn it, it’s all shaved. All of it. The sight totally knocks me out, I stand with my legs spread apart, begin to pump myself faster, and I’m not far from cumming as she begins to talk with a soft voice.

‘I want to do it. Can I touch you?’

What the…

I pull the shower curtain to the side as a signal that I don’t object to her offer. Her legs are shaking as she joins me in the cubicle but there is so much desire and thrill burning in her eyes that I don’t doubt for a moment how much she wants it. I pull her in beside me under the stream of water, and take delight in the drops running down her immaculate skin, from her shoulder down to her chest, and on to her belly, where I also long to be.

While I feast my eyes on her and my hand makes a move towards her so I can feel her silky skin under my palm, she does the same with me. With eyes open wide she studies every single part of my body with admiration, stretching out a hand and placing it on my chest as if to explore. She strikes me with circling hand moves, exploring every square inch. I’m aware I look good, my body is athletic, tight, the regular mariner activities have trained my muscles. I’m not as sinewy as Liam, but bulkier and more robust, but girls never complain about my anatomy. Still the way Amina is eyeing me, with something close to fanatic devotion, my physique has never been praised. This girl has never seen, or at least, never touched a live naked man, for sure.

I’m just about to tell her how beautiful and hot she is when one of her hands goes into my wet hair, and the other one starts southward as she begins to talk.

‘You’re so beautiful, Dylan. I’ve never thought a man can be so beautiful when naked.’

I’m stuck on that. I hope she means to say manly, strong and all that… athletic. She just couldn’t find the right word.

‘Well, darling,’ I pull my mouth, ‘I have never been mocked as beautiful, for sure.’

She looks at me with surprise, without a trace of pretence.

‘Really? But you are that.’ She moves her hand up and down my front with pleasure, her finger touches the tip of my erect penis, and we both shiver. ‘These muscles,’ she kisses me above one of my nipples, ‘are hard and inviting. And this, here,’ she runs her finger along an old scar near my shoulder,’ is stunning.

This wording is more to my liking, but before my mind would be totally blown by the things she is saying, I pull her to myself and begin to kiss her. I don’t really know what to think of her terms of praise, because she says them so simply and without pretence, that I feel like the rug is being pulled from under my feet. I cover her mouth with mine, my tongue makes way into her mouth between her lips, and I strongly suck, taste and bite her.

‘You are beautiful and exciting. I want to taste you, everywhere. I want you so much. Can you feel it?’ I ask, driving her hand onto my dick.

‘Oh, Dylan…’ she pants feverishly. ‘Help me. Show me how it is good for you.’

Good God! her naïve and silent words and that strange little accent with which she says them, drive me completely crazy.

‘Hold it with your hand like this,’ I show her, and deep inside me, the caveman is dancing savagely, because her fingers can’t reach me fully around. ‘Ca-ca-careful. It’s really sensitive now.’

‘Is it… is it always so…’

‘Big?’ I grin, my ego basking in the comment. ‘No, baby. Only when you are near me and I want to shag you like now.’

She opens her mouth, but I don’t let her speak. I strike down on it and while we kiss wantonly, I begin to run her hand up and down my dick, with nice and long moves. The sensation her pretty little hand is against my skin is hard to describe. I’ve wanted her to touch me for such a long time, and I’ve wanted to touch her too, but now that it’s happening, I’m too excited, and afraid I might lose control soon. Our kisses become more heated, Amina’s hand is getting faster on me. As we devour one another, I can feel that the waves of pulsating pleasure are focused in one place, the sensitive skin on my bowl tenses pleasurably. I groan involuntarily as the spiral takes me higher and higher, but I won’t let it go to the point of no return. I definitely don’t want to cum before her, so no matter how much I hate to do it, I grab her hand, and carefully give it a squeeze on my dick.

‘Stop.’

Breathing into my mouth, she looks up with impatience.

‘What’s the matter?’

‘We must slow down, or I will explode in a few seconds.’

‘I thought that was good.’

I burst into laughter. This chick is adorable.

‘That’s fucking good, but first I want to do something.’

‘Ah, I get it,’ she mumbles, sucking in her upper lip, and I see her squeezing her thighs tight. She is aroused, but I definitely want to find out, how much.

I place her hands on my shoulders.

‘Hold on to me, okay?’

She nods with obedience. My hands glide down her perfect neck to her collar bone, but as I grab her breasts, her body tenses.

‘Is everything okay?’ She nods again, closing her eyes.

I’m being careful, stroking and circling around her nipple with tenderness. I’m certain I’m not causing any pain, I guess she only needs a little time to ease her inhibition. My mouth follows the path of my hand, licking her silky skin, finally sucking in a nipple with pleasure. I watch her every little move, following her sighs, my tongue reacts to each little shiver. As I admire and taste her, I remember that I’m on virgin terrain. I feel like an astronaut, setting foot on a newly discovered heavenly body for the first time. My mouth is the first to give her pleasure, teasing her body, and this arouses me even more.

I kneel down before her and my kisses progress down her belly. I lick her and suck her in wherever I can, and when she realizes what I’m planning to do, she digs her fingers into my hair and whispers my name. I look up at her, and now that I see her rich and round breasts from below, I have to gather all my will-power to delay my own pleasure.

‘Dylan… are you sure?’

Her cheeks flash up with desire and expectation, and I look up at her with a grin. This is the question of the decade. Do I want to taste the pussy of the coolest chick of the world?

‘Positive, baby. Aren’t you?’

I pull my thumbs down her silky folds, at which her knees wobble.

‘Oh God, I…’

‘Talk to me. Do you want me to kiss you down here too?’

Her voice is faint with lust, and I see her making an effort to say: ‘I’d really… love that.’

‘You’ll get it, my beauty,’ I answer, reaching between her thighs. ‘Spread your legs. Yes, a bit more. Good.’

Holy crap! Now that I have better access, I pull her gently apart, and the sight brings me close to a heart attack. My hands are shaking as I lean over and lick it thoroughly. She screams out, grabs my hair and moans my name. I kiss into it with pleasure again and again, not getting enough of its flavour. Smooth and untouched like velvet. Not a damn hair on it anywhere. The thought comes to my mind that Liam will have to be resuscitated when he sees this. I want her to forget everything, to surrender to me and be mindful of my every touch. I want her to enjoy my pampering, and yes, I want her to cum on my tongue. I want to be the first for whom she spreads her thighs, to whom she offers herself and who takes her to the top.

She is shaking between my hands, sighs, pants, and presses herself eagerly against my mouth, which blows my mind. My crotch is pulsing, it’s actually in pain as the sperm wants to burst from it. I’m insane with the longing to lift her onto me, but I can’t. Considering the state I am in, I couldn’t be gentle to her, but this is her first time. She’s a virgin, damn it, and although I want to push her against the wall and shag her to bits, even I wouldn’t be able to do such a cruel thing.

She holds on to the tiles at the side to balance herself, because her legs are so shaky. She is very moist and bloated, I don’t think she is very far from cumming on my mouth, but I couldn’t really tell which one of us is closer to the climax. I’m having a very hard time, I must give it a little push or I will cum at the mere sight before helping her to get there first. I pull one of her legs onto my shoulder to give her support, and she’s not even protesting anymore, she’s readily pushing herself into my face.

‘Are you ready?’ I ask, not expecting an answer, since I can sense on my tongue, how ready she is.

‘For… for what?’ she groans, but my index finger is already circling at her entrance.

I slide into her, at which she gets on her tiptoes, but her hand wanders back into my hair. She sweetly pulls my hair at times, that’s how I can estimate if my finger goes to the right places. I have to massage her a bit more on the inside and lick on the outside until I feel her relax, even the last of the cramp leaves her. Just then, I drive my second finger in, rubbing with a bit more intensity, but with my other hand I need to clutch my dick under the rim of the bowl, I’m so close to falling to pieces. I can’t even remember when I last had to apply this technique when I was with a woman. Maybe when I was sixteen.

I feel that no matter how wet she is, pulsing with heat inside, she is rather tight, and I take it for granted that it will be heaven to get deep inside her. She begins to quiver and pulsate while chanting my name.

‘Dylan, I think… I don’t know how much longer I can go.’

‘Relax, don’t try to hold it back. I want to see you cum, you’re so damn sexy.’

‘But I thought…’

I know what she thought, but how do I explain to her that I couldn’t be as gentle to her as I should? I’m almost sure if I shag her now, I will cause her pain.’

‘Patience, babe, you’ll get that too, but you’re not quite ready yet. Just leave yourself to me, right?’

Curving my fingers, I begin to pump her quicker down below, sucking hard on her clitoris at times, and she’s already shivering under my mouth. Quiet screams break from her throat, as she throws back her head, her hands are scratching my shoulders. A real wild cat. Her knees fold as pleasure shakes her body. If I wasn’t holding her, she would probably drop to the floor. I wait for the pulsation to ease a little, then slowly stand up, all the time licking her