Finally and I got her home. Now I can be with her for at least one day. For sure, when her intoxication is gone, she will leave, so I will not miss this opportunity to make her feel how eager I am for her.
Ally knows she's not home and wants to go, but there's nothing she can do because she is so drunk.
I laid her on the bed, wiped her, and changed her clothes. I looked at her bushy eyebrows, puffy eyes, sharp nose, and rosy and fleshy lips. It's been two years, but she still loves me.
"I love you, Ally, more than you ever know. One day everything will be okay," I whispered as I stroked her hair gently.
I leaned over her, and tears fell as my luscious and wet lips landed on hers, parting them as I embedded my tongue slightly—the softness of her skin, her mesmerizing smell that I lo
