Strip you down

VINCENZO

With my back leaned against a tree, I waited. My attention would occasionally slip to the students around, before agitation hit me again. Each time I felt like kicking back, thoughts about Rina rushed in. I was left wondering why she'd hesitated. Honest to the high heavens, I'd inscribe my dick on her forehead if that would make her understand she was mine.

Vanilla whirled into my nose. Alerted, I pulled away from the tree and darted my eyes around, eventually landing on her advancing form. She looked…different. I squinted, immediately connecting the dots. Her hair was hitched up in a ponytail. So high was it that it snatched her face in some way. Dressed in tennis shorts with her shirt tucked in, Rina was nothing short of seductive. Especially her thighs that laid bare—exposed for every bastard to see.

When would the bitch learn?

She halted and looked around in search of me. Determined to make it known to everyone that she was mine, I marched towards her. She glanced at