ALFREDO:
I practically run out of the master bedroom. I can feel my manhood strain against the confines of my jeans, wishing to be free. I lean against the wall, heart pounding. The last time I saw her dressed like that was the day of the accident. If I had known what would happen that day, I would have taken her phone and tossed it on the floor, having my way with her, or not gone to the gym and had her in the office. I would have spent the entire day buried inside her. I want her so much that my whole body is screaming. I have tried not to look at her as much as possible. Not just to give her space, but because it kills me to see her bruised. If I hadn’t pressured her to get to the party, then the accident would have never happened. It is my fault that she is beat and ba
