” This is met with an explosive laugh from him and with that I turn so my spread legs expose my cunt to him. My fingers dance through my pubic hair ...s I hear that intake of breath again. I see him begin to take a step towards me and I again hold up the broken bottle and with that he stops. I miss the round hardness of the bottle between my legs but my fingers dance and seek through the wet folds. My hips rise in time to an unknown drum as I press and circle my clit. I can see that he’s moving. That’s how you first noticed him. When he does and leaves, you sit by the window for an hour, waiting for him to return, his shirt sweat-soaked, and watch him walk into his building checking his watch. You’ve even gotten in your car and discreetly followed him, staying back a safe distance. You know his route well enough that you don’t have to follow him anymore. You can watch him all the way in your mind’s eye. You’ve thought long and hard about leaving the note. It’s harmless fun sitting by. He was my long-lost lover come back to me from a hundred eons, and a million miles away. And all that mattered was that he was here now. But we also talked about the fact that I was only visiting my sister for a couple weeks – that I lived five hours away and wouldn’t be here long. And I thought that was okay – that it must be meant to be brief. But he said knowing that made his heart hurt. I wish he hadn’t said that. Because then I thought he wanted it to last. And I wish I’d never thought. “What’s your name?” Mumtaz asked in her cute voice, trying to pull up her drenched panty.“Tarak!” He said, licking his fingers.“What? Who?” Mumtaz asked again, licking her lips. There were cum stains on her head veil.Tarak zipped his jeans back and opened the door. Mumtaz took a few moments to process it. Tarak was Alex’s partner when during the gold heist. But Alex had double-crossed him. Tarak escaped and went missing. Since it’s been two years, Tarak was thought to be dead.“Asshole! You used.
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