Benjamin was lost in his grief, and little did he realize it...
He took off his top only to ignite my feelings and craving for his overraged rage. ' I hissed, my voice hoarse, "Oh, Benjamin." I needed him to dive in to quench my thirst.
He leaned in as if to kiss and numb my lips, but he only slightly brushed his on mine, giving the whole reason to release more fluid within my folds.
"What is he doing now?" came my thought.
He then stripped me bare; he paused and stared at my bared skin from head to toe, and then he turned the table, its glass side on the carpet and the wooden part on top. Surprisingly, it opened, and he got out a very flexible rod with a rubber string attached to it.
