Head pounding and vision still blurry, Adam didn't trust his throat to work. The effort of breathing was taking all his concentration. Blinking the worst of the tears from his eyes. Adam saw what had to be a mirage, some fantastic delusion. The room seemed to be filled with gorgeous women. All in their prime, and every one dressed to appeal.
Then the worries started to mount for Adam. The odd weight on his chest that demanded his attention. The soft batting against his cheeks when he turned his head. There was also the teasing caress of hair, that was far too far down his spine. The worries all came together with a crash.
"I'm a woman." Adam gasped in shocked feminine tones. Going to straighten up, she crashed back down. Mortified to discover that she wasn't merely a beautiful woman, but she was also bound to another. Literally bound with actual ropes.
She could feel the teasing damp warmth of someone's breath too. That was the final straw, as she knew she was a woman from head to toe, and every part inbetween.
Her slick body coated in sweat, was in the throes of passion. That wet warmth intensified, as Adam felt lips caress her vulnerability. The shock was thrilling, and when it was joined by a darting tongue she could only gasp and pant herself. Head collapsing forward, beyond instinct, or weakness, she nuzzled too. Returning the favour, she copied everything as best she could. Only hoping she was giving half the pleasure she was receiving.
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