*Alberto’s POV*
I couldn’t believe that she had gotten tipsy from a few glasses of wine, but I assumed it was because she wasn’t used to drinking. I knew instantly that I wasn’t going to let her drive like that. I meant to grab my keys from her pocket, but when my hands wrapped around her waist, I couldn’t help but feel turned on.
I grabbed the keys, but left my hands on her waist. I didn’t want to let her go yet. I guided her to the Maserati, quickly helping her in, but she pulled me down with her.
I was inches from her warm pūssy with my hard cōck. Inches from checking if I made her wet like how she made me hard. Then she fūcking said she wanted another nickname as her hands pulled my hair gently. Here I was thinking she would say something innocent, but no. She had to say something
