Vixen Stories
His body, which I knew from the look of it was hard, was perfectly defined in his white sando.
When the bell rang, I groaned in frustration.
That was already two hours? That wasn’t enough! I want to watch him more in this state, fantasize how rough he is on bed, and how good he is a fucker.
I could say that that was the shortest two hours of my life.
“Hello, Lila! Finally you answered your phone. I’ve been calling you for almost an hour now.” Mira, the landlady of the dorm I was bedspacing at, loudly said in my phone.