10-MARK

His pants would definitely be the cause of my death.

The way her ass looked had me sweating, even when we were at 18 degrees.

We’ve only been together for thirty minutes and I was already regretting having invited her.

There was a crowd because of the parade, so she had gotten as close as she could to me, making direct contact with me until we almost merged with each other, leaving me so desperate, that I proposed her to walk in front of me so in that way we wouldn’t be in a continuous clash of extremities.

We had to return for the jacket that I always kept in my office, since the long-sleeved shirt Olivia was wearing didn’t protect her from the cold. In the end she told me that she had only gone to the offices to make a call and that she would return home, hence the style of clothing she carried.

Now, thinking about it, perhaps it would have been bett