The touch of the alt woman

From his lying position on the floor, he could just barely see her through the dim light filtering through the blinds. Her long straight hair cascaded over her shoulders as she leaned back against the table, her pale, fair skin glowing under the soft glow of the room. He noticed her tiny, slim figure was wrapped in a delicate alt fashion dress that seemed to shimmer under the light. Her eyes were fixed on him with a mixture of curiosity and something else—maybe pity or hunger. She placed the shoulder bag and choker carefully beside her, revealing the alt fashion makeup perfectly applied. His attention, though, was on the way her hand moved quickly and rhythmically across his body, the smooth motion of her fingers sliding along his entire length. With each pass, he felt himself getting closer to release, the tension building up with every second. But as the pace quickened, he realized the sticky cumshots were beginning to form, the evidence of their intimacy starting to take shape. Yet, despite the growing mess, he couldn’t look away, his focus entirely on her skilled touch and the undeniable connection between them.