Hot and aggressive. Those are the two words I would use to call the mind-blowing sex I just had with the sex-god lying next to me; he sure knew what he was doing, and how to do it. He fell asleep at some point, but I just laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling fan, wondering how long it would be until I actually felt like getting out of the warm bed. While debating, he rolled over and enveloped me in his arms, pulling me close; after a moment he noticed my discomfort and, in his sleepy state, told me to stay a while, and that maybe we'd go again.
I sighed and decided that the warmth was not worth this. I pushed his heavy arms off of me and climbed out of the bed, covering myself with the grey flat sheet, then slipped back into my black dress- that didn't do much to combat the cold, as it was practically see through on top- and grabbed my three- inch, asphalt-colored pumps in my hand. Sex god heard me trying to leave and pleaded once more for me to stay. My response was a kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a red lipstick mark.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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