Eighteen
Malaki Crescent
I had Iris in the shower. We had danced around each other for a week, not long in the grand scheme of things, but enough to drive me f*cking crazy. Now, she was wet, and in my shower, and I got to play with her delightful breasts and taste her. She was dripping wet, but I loved the taste of her anyway. I played with her breasts, and bit one of her n*****s, making her cry out.
I liked hearing her become a complete mess for me. I wanted to do more for her, but I knew that we had to take our time. If I f*cked her, she would be forever bound to me. I would give her the year that I promised. If she came to me, I would be the happiest man alive. If not, I would let her go. There would be repercussions for it. There always were. But the most important thing was that
