Contemporâneo Novels & Stories

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

Aranjo squealed deliciously as the General's hands again squeezed the breasts and occasionally moved to the buttocks. This is so good, why didn't she feel it earlier? Aranjo loves the delicious taste that makes her feel floating in the air. Not knowing how long they had intercourse. Finally, after both of their bodies were wet with sweat, they both screamed deliciously as they reached the peak of pleasure.

“Our home is on the top floor. This elevator only stops at the top two floors. Dante lives a floor below. No stopping for other floors.” “What about Armando?” I asked. “He’ll bring our things up to our apartment.” Our apartment. The penthouse. As the elevator moved swiftly toward the top of the building, Dario leaned against a shiny mirrored wall and crossed his ankles. “I probably should have mentioned Contessa before now.” “Contessa? Who is Contessa?”