~ ENRIQUE ~
‘Enrique… oh f**k!’
Not even the cold water of the shower can get rid of this hard-on. My head is echoing with the memory of her moans, the scent of her arousal, and the images of how her body reacted to me.
She was a work of art and I was able to play her strings so f*****g perfectly. She is the embodiment of heaven on earth.
She drives me f*****g crazy, a distraction I am never able to ignore, and I don’t know how to f*****g accept that.
What am I doing?
I brace my hand against the wall as the cold water pours over me. Eyes open or closed, it didn’t matter. All I can see is her body arching with pleasure, the moans of ecstasy filling my ears and how f*****g good it felt… watching her expression of pure euphoria on her face…
Fuck… I can’t deny that she’s an addiction I
