JACKSON
I f*****g loved my grown-up Misty. She is much bolder, braver, and more gorgeous than the little Misty. She readily agreed to come with me. After spotting a private VIP lounge near the pool, we slid inside it.
All I wanted was to r****h her soft smooth body which was now wet by the water from the pool. I wanted to kiss her lips again, and have their taste imprinted in my brain possibly forever. No matter whether we had just kissed on the flight itself, I wanted it again. And damn! The look that she had in her eyes told me that she wanted this as much as I wanted. f**k!
She watched me with wide eyes and a heaving chest. And both these things were very much motivating. I barely saw her hand, from which she locked the lounge from inside. All I could see and focus on was her f*****
