(Maximo’s POV)
Impossible.
How the f**k had she managed to get out of her room?
I stared at the beautiful woman before me, trying so hard not to look at her creamy thighs as she quickly and shamefully tugged her pencil skirt down so I wouldn’t see her black lace panties.
But it was already too late.
I could already picture how interesting my night was going to be, picture myself stroking my c**k to thoughts of her… to those creamy thighs wrapped around my waist urging me to go faster, to go harder…
But all of those thoughts instantly flew out the window when I saw her wince painfully.
“What is wrong with you?” I asked with a growl, hating the idea of her being in any kind of discomfort.
“Like you care.” She hissed at me angrily, stepping away from me in what seemed to be fear.
