Her name was Frosty. At least, that’s the name I knew her by.
It fit her for so many reasons I’d learn later, but the immediate one was that her dark hair was dyed a cold blue at the edges.
I knew this from several pictures I’d seen – I’d never seen her in the flesh, and certainly hadn’t experienced her in the flesh before. But I knew both of those facts would change very soon. And that had me hard as a fucking rock.
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I road the elevator up to the floor where I knew she was.
I walked down the hall to the room I’d rented for us, inside which she was doing one of two things.
Most likely, she was waiting on the bed, naked, legs spread – stroking her little shaved pussy. She was told to pet it like “the hungry soaked kitty” which it was for my cock. She was to have it ready and waiting for me so I’d have to waste no time getting straight into the prize she offered me.