Jared
I screwed up. Big time.
I knew I was supposed to keep my hands off Angelina. She’s my female kryptonite. My self-control goes to s**t around her.
Now I’ve gone and degraded her in the worst way.
It was almost worth it. Almost.
Fuck, I will be jacking off to the memory of her orgasm face every night for a week. It was even better than I pictured it would be.
I scan the crowd remaining, people who need encouragement to leave. Men and women trying to find or solidify their hookups before they go.
“Time’s up,” I call out. “Everybody out.”
I get f**k me looks from a couple girls who hang back.
I’m not tempted. Not really. But part of me thinks maybe I should f**k one of them just to get that red-headed beauty out of my system. Out of my fantasies. Damn she’s been the main feature
