It felt uncomfortable to feel like he was on the other side of the bed, taking up all the space his legs and fever needed. Going elsewhere wasn’t an option either. Just imagining him in the distance made her chest contract with a sigh, rising, knotting, unable to release. “I can’t stand it myself,” he thought when he woke up at three in the morning, as a feverish chill ran up his spine. He tried to get away from those feet that were looking for him, but once he did, he started to miss them. One of Saul’s hands gripped her hip, like he did every night, but this time it started to sting and he pulled away from her, turning around and finding himself face to face with his eyes closed. The hand fell limply on the sheets, still marking the boundary where the two bodies met. A few centimeters further away, Heat gradually built up in Amanda’s vulva. It swelled and pulsed with every breath.. He had been breathing in air slowly for a while, just in case he could fall asleep again by easing the pounding headache he’d had when he woke up. But the pain didn’t go away and she couldn’t get out of bed and deal with anything that would bore her enough to go back to sleep.
Look at Saul’s eyes, peacefully closed. He has long eyelashes and always goes to sleep with a smile on his face. Think of Saul’s hand as a landmark with each of his names engraved on it. It may have been the hands of the dead, and their bodies, that led to the deaths of loyal soldiers. His wrist twisted inward, his fingers making rough, messy gestures; a few centimeters further, Amanda’s vulva has concentrated fever from the flu Grade by grade.
Your mouth is very dry. There is no water in the pot. There were no tissues left either, it made him want to sneeze but it didn’t seem to happen and he wiped the tissues away. “I can’t sleep anymore,” he lamented, “everything is painful.” He suppressed the terrible urge to cough, which would wake the worried, loving and gentle Saul, who would bring him water , fever reducers, more tissues, and soothing comments. He wanted to cough lightly in his ear to attract all his attention, but look at him, his eyelashes are long and he seems to be smiling, how can I break this dream… Look at Saul’s hands, still curled and stiff , he half smiled and half excited. Just centimeters away, Amanda’s pussy was a pressure cooker. Fever gathered on his mucous membranes.His lips are swollen, like this Her mouth was as dry as her vulva; dry, congested, and burnt. Her clit beat like a heart in her plugged ears. A pinch traveled through the base of her vagina to her womb, and Amanda closed and opened it to calm the tension. Another line coated the base of her lips against her labia and tried to pull on it, making her pussy pucker.Pleated like this, full of taut pleats that come together in a smaller space, it can Perhaps it would be more accurate to focus the uneasiness between the legs. If only he could get close to the back of Sol’s deformed animal’s hand and scratch it…
A new chill rose from his tailbone and lingered on his numb neck. Amanda squeezed her vulva every now and then, as if she was trying to squeeze out that extra degree. His head hurt, and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold on to the air to support himself.
Saul’s eyelashes fluttered. “Amanda, are you okay? “But you’re burning! “