That night was truly beautiful. And crazy.
I couldn't forget how he entered me with a passion that was still burning even as we clashed and merged in the water. How his p***s pierced me, how his hands touched my body. His gripping and how he played with the sensitive parts of my v****a. Until our moans that night. It was extraordinary. The swimming pool, it would be a place that would leave a deep mark when we made love wildly.
"Miss, Miss, you're wet," said a woman.
I just looked at her in confusion. Because I wasn't in the pool like in my imagination that was still immersed in the memories of making love with Diego in that year's swimming pool.
"Your breastmilk is leaking, your clothes are wet," she explained.
And I immediately lowered my gaze to my chest. "Oh, s**t!" I cursed as I
