Seven (Cimorelli's story)

Christina. Lust.

Today, Nick called me with an overnight stay. It is clear why. But I don't mind. I don't mind. I want it, I want to and I don't even scary.
He went to the store for wine, and I lit a candle in the bedroom and changed clothes.
For me it was a beautiful and very open, black underwear. I corrected translucent stockings and carefully examined herself in the mirror.
Awesome.
Slim waist, slim legs. I'm fucking sexy. I smiled at my reflection and heard a knock on the first floor. Nick arrived. I hurriedly put on a short blue robe.

"Nick, I'm here!" I cried when he called me.

The door opened and entered my boyfriend. He saw me and dropped a bottle of wine on the floor. But none of it was not worried. I took off my robe, he walked over to me and kissed me. I kissed him back and a minute later we were already lying on the bed without too much clothing.