>>50739112Cynthia I chat up in the bar she frequents, make polite small-talk, be surprisingly knowledgeable in ancient lore and myths (of course I am, I've been stalking her for months), so I offer to walk her to a cab like a gentleman, but then shove her into the nearest alleyway and take out a switchblade. No one's quicker at pokeball drawing than a Champion, but she'd drunk and my Pokemon is already out, Hypno crouched and awaiting for my signal for hours, so I place her in a paralyzing trance and punch her in the stomach.
Then I set her down gently, and slowly run my blade through her soft skin, trailing it through her hair. There's this beautiful horrified expression frozen on her face, and she can't do anything to stop me as I take my cock out and gently tap it against her cheek, tap tap tap—her eyes can barely follow it, and I'd be surprised if she can form cohesive thoughts. I hope she does, I want her to remember this moment, every emotion running through her mind, every gentle caress—God I love her so much, I hope she knows that. I tell her that, and I think she understands, there's something in her gaze that tells me so—I can tell she wants it, yes, I don't need words when her eyes are screaming it so plainly. She loves me back, this can't be happening, surely, this must be some sort of dream??
I slide off her pants and spread her legs, and I take her, there and then. How could true love wait any longer? And she's perfectly still and docile like you wouldn't believe, like she's this perfect little doll, and you wouldn't know this was real and I was fucking THE cynthia save for her soft breathing on my neck, soft exhales that break ever so slightly, like this is too much for her and she can't handle it, but she does, and I know that we're soulmates right then, that this is what perfect love is all about, so I speed up my thrusts and shoot the fattest load of my life inside her tight white pussy.
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