RHYSAND
Lisa was put on this earth to torture me, and to humble me.
The second she walked out of the house, I forgot everything and everyone and my attention just zeroed on her. The she smiled, in that shy way that she does. Like she isn’t sure it is appreciate to do so. So, it needs up being a kind of half smile.
It doesn’t fail to make my d**k hard. That I was sure of.
I have been trying to keep my hands off her. Trust me, it is one of the hardest things I ever had to do. But I know, if I keep teasing myself that way, I’ll soon lose it and end up doing something I don’t want to do.
She loves to torture me. Because why the f**k was she dressed like that? A low growl climbed up my throat when I moved closer and got a whiff of her scent. She’d sprayed a light vanilla perfume, which enh
