My jaw clenches as I try to control my c**k from stirring. I breathe deeply when I feel the heat rushes through my system. She fixes her wavy hair to her left side shoulder, then places her hand on the steering wheel while the other is on the car’s door frame.
Camila can be a perfect car model. She smiles seductively as the photographer starts clicking. She looks as magnificent as ever when the camera flashes on her.
My c**k stirs when she looks in my direction. My hands are already balled into fists in my pants pockets, trying to control the effect of the gaze she’s throwing at me. She does that on purpose. Her eyes are flooded with joy and gratitude, but what affects me most is the captivating eyes that taunt me every day, and every night before I sleep.
How can I take my eyes off of
