A woman I want

Marcelo’s point of view

After sneaking into the room, all I could smell was her scent. It was inciting just inhaling it. I sniffed the air as I looked around the room. It was all in order and they placed everything in the right place. I wanted to sit on the bed but decided to sit on the chair to wait there.

I can hear her outside the door, and her scent is even stronger as I swallow hard. I wonder what her reaction will be.

She slowly opens the door and turns on the light. She looks sad and hurt.

She has a bruise on her face and her lip looks like it is healing.

“What are you doing here?” she questions me as I narrowed my eyes, examining where he might have hit her. When I can smell the fluid from her wet pussy, I growled.

“Listen, you need to get going. I am not feeling very well and surely people would get the wrong idea if they saw you in here,” she insists as I sniffed the air, got up from the chair and walked towards her.

“Please don’t take another step.” She holds out her hand t