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Of course it would be a basement.
Where else would you fuck a mummy but in its tomb?
Plastic battery-operated torches lit the walls as they made their way down the stairs. Kayla recognized the popular Halloween decorations and wondered how long it had taken Bruce to set this place up. Then again, if he was really into dressing up so much, chances were that he didn’t care about the cost.
Her eyes opened wide when they reached the basement.
“I feel like I’ve been transported back in time,” she commented, running her fingers over what appeared to be a very old vase. Everything in the room looked old. Everything looked authentic. Even the walls had been painted to mimic Egyptian paintings.
At the center of the room was a large, four-poster bed. It was the type of bed you’d imagine seeing in a castle or reading about in a fantasy novel. The bright white blankets and pillows looked too pure for the things they were about to do.
It seemed too clean.
In the corner there was a sarcophagus.
She wondered, for a quick second, if Bruce slept there.
Then she pushed that thought out of her mind. It was just for display, most likely. Right? He wasn’t that weird. It was just part of the fantasy.
But Kayla couldn’t concentrate on the room or the things in it for too long, because within seconds, Bruce was kissing her again.
Her mummy was here.
The wraps felt soft against her face as they kissed deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in close. The wraps smelled clean and soft. She wondered if he used the same set each time he dressed up to play. Was it something where he used new wrapping each time? She didn’t know if they were close enough to ask something like that, but she couldn’t help wondering about it.
She continued to kiss him. As she did, Bruce’s hands gradually shifted from the small of her back to the front of her. He cupped her breasts in his hands. She wondered what those wrapped-up hands would feel like when she was naked. She was already wet. She was already ready for more.
She could do this.
She reached down for his cock, but Bruce softly nudged her hand away, letting her know that it wasn’t time for that.
He wanted to undress her first.
She kept on the Cleopatra wig as he slipped her dress off. It fell to the floor in a soft pile, revealing her breasts and shaved pussy. The growing hardness beneath his wraps let her know that he liked it.
A lot.
Bruce groaned appreciatively as he knelt in front of her and started to lick her wetness. She gripped his shoulders, aching and thrusting forward, ready to be consumed by this creature.
She was ready.
It was time.
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When she started to unwrap him, he made it clear that she could only take off what was necessary.
In other words, the only part of him she was going to get to see what his dick.
Fine with her.
Kayla slid his cock out from beneath the white cloth and rubbed the entire length with her hands. She wasn’t particularly used to giving hand jobs. She felt more confident in her sucking abilities, so now she slid to her knees.
Now he let her.
She pursed her soft lips against the head of his cock, feeling how soft it was against her. Sliding her tongue out, she began to gently lick the end of him. He let out a soft moan and thrust forward slightly, letting her know he was ready for more. He was ready for her to take all of him.
