A Cycle Begins Anew

This part of town, the lights and the women.

I get such a kick out of it.

We stand outside the hotel, pressing my fine physique into the back of my girl, the light squeak of latex sends a chill down my back. As her golden eyes look down the alleyway, my silvery orbs follow. Together we watch a lone girl stood pulling papers from her bag and coating the barren walls with them.

Someones clearly missing.

Instinctively you both turn your attention away focusing on each other as she presses her engorged plum lips to your enlarged azure lips. The contact sends waves of arousal through your bodies, gold and silver eyes reflecting the world around you as time slows. Your cocks held back by the sleek latex creak as your press them against one another enjoying the rush of pleasure it brings.

Your girl pulls away to face the lone girl, golden eyes boring into her bespectacled features as you lightly cup her cock and grind your own atop her bulbous cheeks. Before casing your own silvery glare toward the girl, there's a twang of similarity which is quickly washed away by the growing lust as you press your lips into your girls neck. She sashays forward holding your delicate hand as your eyes linger on the poster which simply read.

MISSING, Eric Smith

An aroused smile crosses your lips as you follow your girl into the neon lit street, not a care for anything but her.

Me and the other girls, were always waiting.

Waiting for that moment, for that one Single Gaze.