Dial - Season 2 - Episode 20

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Dial - Season 2 - Episode 20

Her dress stopped midway down her thighs, and so I could see part of the gentle, rounded dark thighs that gleamed as is she had diamonds under her skin…diamonds that cast a wonderful glow on her.

And, sitting like that, with her hips so pronounced, her face so ethereal, her lips so perfect, and holding my spaceship so tantalizingly in her hand…well, the blood left in me began to boil, although I fought it so hard…

Oh, dear, oh dear…

She was concentrated on cleaning me, and so when she began to feel the hardening of the softness in her hand she paused suddenly and brought her gaze to my dial-making tool.
She didn’t leave it, and because it was gripped in her hand, it made the blood run stronger, and its growth was as rapid as it was unstoppable. The bigger and harder it got, the more the scowl on her face grew, until she was suddenly frowning in confusion, and when it was finally raging in her hand she let go with a startled cry and raised her eyes to look at my face.

Then she saw that I was wide awake and I was staring at her.

“Oh!” she said and sat up, and a demure, shy look came to her eyes first, then changed to confusion, and then something like uneasiness mixed with fury. “Oh, shame on you old man!”

“Oh, comot for there!” I said weakly.
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