Antonio Kissle crept through his own house like a robber. His mind was somewhat set on one thing.
As he got closer to her bedroom, his heart began to race around his chest.
"I shouldn't do this," he mumbled to himself as he deeply contemplated about his intentions.
Turning away from the door, he came face to face with Anna. She was wearing her black lace underwear she recently purchased from a shopping boutique.
"Hi," she greeted him, running her fingers over the tempting cleavage made by the bra.
"Hi," Antonio answered, swallowing the feeling the temptation was causing in his mouth.
"Were you looking for me?"
"No. And you're breaking the rules again." He was desperately trying to get rid of that feeling and stopping the hardness from his manhood. He shifted awkwardly.
Anna
