Xander spent his night, turning around on the couch, his d**k really hard between his legs, he sighed timelessly, turning on the couch in discomfort.
He groaned kicking his legs up, as the image of Michelle's sexy body won't just leave his damn head, he decided to go downstairs for a drink instead, wanting nothing but to stop the damn torture.
"Where are you going, Xander." Michelle asks, sitting up on the bed, faking a yawn. "I'm going anywhere far from you, you can have the room to yourself." Xander said, and then walked out of the room, without taking another look at her.
Michelle gets down from the bed, walked around the room for a while then decided to go face Xander who is downstairs.
Xander could be seen, drowning his self in his bottle of whiskey, trying to shake of t
