[ Christian Castillo]
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She stood in front of the house, eyes darting from the building to me in suspicion while I tried railing my mind from thinking about the feel of her skin on my hands. It was just like I had imagined. Her reactions to my touch, the sound of her breaths, her moans... I would do anything to hear that sound from her over and over again.
I was finding it hard to control my thoughts about her. She occupied every inch of my mind and as much as I tried not to think about her, here she was, her f*****g scent of cake permeating the air, cramping my clarity in a way that all I wanted to do was bunch up her dress and make her c*m all over my face.
Bloody f**k.
She pulled out a cigarette from her purse, digging back into the black purse to probably look for a lighter, a
