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SANTOS

Rosy's pleasure-filled moans of “more” was what drew me out of the deep daze my want for her threw me in. God, she was like an addiction. Just touching her body a little and I was already craving more. So much more. It had always been like that.

I felt angry at myself for not being able to control myself better. I was not supposed to feel that strongly for her. Not anymore.

“More....please...!” she cried out again, her eyes closed as she fumbled with my jeans.

It took everything in me to pull away from her. I raised my head from her beautiful breast and stepped out of her reach.

“No,” I stated firmly, more to me than her.

“Please,” she gasped out as she reached for me again, but I stepped back and away from her.

“I'm not sleeping with you, Rosianna.”

“Oh God!Her eyes remained tightly shut and she stayed glued to the wall as if she was nailed there and in pains. “Take me, please...”

Those exact words raised painful memories. She said those words to me a few hours before she who