The Rejected Bride
Yatrez nods immediately and leaves the room.
I try to focus on work and the documents in front of me, but it’s a difficult task because my sweet Palomita won’t leave my mind no matter how hard I try. I could still recall her sweet lips on mine as my hands explored her soft skin, and that night at the Encanto Nocturno tortured my thoughts — it was agony to remember how she writhed beneath me, how, when I didn’t stop, I felt my member probing her sweet, tight cunt and growing harder than stone.