Zen – 0627, Tuesday March 23rd, 2077 – Zen’s Room, University Dorms, Bogotá

Maria Francesca lifts her head and grins at you without saying anything as she lifts her body and swings it over you before setting down to encase you inside her. The feeling is very nice and you twitch a bit at the soft velvetness of it. The woman begins to gently rock back and forth and your hands instinctively gravitate to the two soft orbs dangling over you, almost as if obeying some law of nature. For a time, the two of you only have eyes for each other and there are no sounds but those of your bodies moving together and the soft moans that escaped past her tightly closed mouth.

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