I don't know how anyone could work around him. My brain kind of melted for an instant, he smells good. – The girl said.
- The god of sex. Adonis said.
“I'm sure this happens to everyone,” I agreed.
- So, let's go.
Now I need to drink.”
She went with Adonis towards a bar, all to drink, she smelled of claims, sex, and pussy hurting, at that time, when she ran home, to simply take a long shower, make an appointment with the gynaecologist, take the pill of the next day...
Leaving and heading towards a night pharmacy, so that she could buy injectable contraceptives.
Astrid in her shower, when she came home with Adonis, she took a long, aching, pussy-rubbing bath when she slept in just a tank top and nothing else.
Then the next morning I came in with a slight twinge in the back of my head, the result of drinking too much wine. Still, as I rode the elevator up to the twentieth floor, I didn't rue the hangover as much as I might have.
With her choices being too much alcohol or a session with
