Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are th...
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The day goes on as usual, and I now have a free period before lunch with Mateo.
We're sitting in the library, finding the smuttiest books we can, which the librarian is probably oblivious to, and doing dramatic sensual readings to one another.
To say we were pissing ourselves was an understatement.
Mateo and I were sharing a beanbag in one of the hidden away, quieter corners of the library, in hopes not to get caught being so loud.
Mateo was currently reading to me, his arm around me holding the book in front of me as we lay on the beanbag together.
"Maximus releases his manhood, which springs free at an impressive 12 inches." He reads from the book whilst I'm unsuccessfully holding in a snort of laughter, "Maria gulps and stares at the thick rod, 'Maximus, how will that f-fit'" Mateo reads, in a suggestive high-pitched voice which makes me laugh out loud.
"The voices, oh my god." I gasp out between laughs, making Mateo smile widely as he continues to read on.
"'It will fit sweetheart'" Mateo continues reading, now in an overly deep voice, "'My cock was made for your pussy, Maria.'" Mateo reads, now making us both give in and burst out laughing so hard that tears were streaming down our cheeks.
Mateo chucks the book on the ground as we roll on the beanbag in a fit of laughter and tears. "Who fucking reads this shit?" I finally say once I've composed myself enough to speak coherently.
Mateo chuckles, "My bet is the librarian, this is her secret stash of porn." He wiggles his eyebrows at me, making me laugh again and bury my face in his chest to muffle out the donkey-like sounds.
Mateo puts his hand on the back of my head, securing me to his chest whilst he buries his face in my hair, attempting to muffle his own dinosaur sounds as well.
We both finally slumped back on the beanbag together, our fits of laughter having exhausted us both.
We lay in a minute of peace, just staring up at the glass ceiling, seeing the clouds float by in the blue sky.
Our peace was quickly interrupted however, when my phone dinged, indicating I had just received a message.
I groaned, "This better not be my fucking brothers." I groaned.
Mateo snorted, "Which ones?"
I turn around in my sitting position to see him still lying down, smirking at me. I shoot him a glare before turning back to my phone to unlock the message.
I hear shuffling behind me and suddenly feel Mateo's chin resting on my shoulder as he too looks at my phone from behind.
Dick appointment🍆😼:
I'm outside your school. Come now, same place as last.
I can feel my face pale and Mateo tense behind me.
