Taryn

Taryn and I didn’t do much that first night. She did sleep in my bed, sexy and beautiful in her black underwear, my cock stiff in mine. We cuddled under the blanket, kissing and snuggling in each others’ warmth.

Zeze

She was, technically, another total stranger. But she was dressed up all goth, too, and that was instant kinship. She’d rolled even deeper into the look than I, with her corset and corsage and little hat and burgundy perfectly-arranged hair and scattered piercings. She was bonkers hot -- tall and trim and busty and cute, her smirk confident and knowing, her big eyes inviting and expressive -- she was who I wished I could be.