The thoughts that fill my head are filthy dirty thoughts. They keep pushing me. That darkness. It surrounds me, shrouds me and wraps it’s arms around me. I want her. I want to grab her and push her head into the bed and watch her ass push back against the thick fabric of my jeans as she begs and moans for me to take her. She would be a hot writhe-ring mess.
Sitting down, I slowly unbutton my jacket and put it off, then I roll my sleeves up will my elbows.
“Sergio.....” she calls me from the room.
“Yes ? Is something wrong ??” I hurry into the room like my heels are on fire.
“Nooo, not at all. I need your help actually.” Her throat works and she points out her dress.
“I need help with the zipper. When Andrea and I were getting ready she helped me with the zipper and now she’s not her
