He took off his coat and he made a sign for me to walk back towards him. His trousers were hanging from his hips and his c**k was pressing, erect, against his boxers.
I smiled. I approached him with two slow and sexy strides.
I took off my wig and I let it fall to the floor.
Cooper saw my perfect bob of dark hair. Shining. Virtually immortal.
‘Don’t scream,’ I whispered, pushing him onto the bed. I jumped onto the mattress on my knees, between his thighs. I looked down. He wasn’t so happy to be with me anymore, but his private parts refused to understand what his brain had already understood: he was not going to f**k me.
I took off my contact lenses and I looked at him, slyly. I didn’t hypnotize him, even if I knew that in that moment I could have done it easily, if I wanted to.
‘So…
