The Writer 2
To Crystal’s disappointment, he did not come up to shower with her. “Too bad”, she thought “ I would have loved to feel his cock deep inside of me, filling up every inch of my pussy”. Instead of pleasuring her boyfriend, Crystal just concentrated on preparing herself for the day ahead, plucking every stray hair on her body, and massaging her skin with lotions. She wanted to make sure that she was as perfect as she could be for him. Meanwhile, downstairs, Nick was still sitting in the chair, utterly speechless. He could hardly believe his good fortune, he had created himself a fucktoy out of thin air, one that he could change however he wanted. She would be totally compliant to his every desire, and the mere thought of that intoxicated him. Suddenly a …