Souvenir's p.o.v.
I don’t remember ever being a needy child. Growing up, I was too focused on taking care of my brothers to ever think about what I needed. I don't think I even wanted anything back then.
I was always a naturally independent person. Determined to do things on my own without help. And because my brothers showered me with love and respect, it wasn't something I sought out.
I never needed attention before. I never needed love. I can’t say that anymore.
Evelyn’s mouth is wide open, saliva steadily leaking from her mouth as she tries to take as much of my length as possible. She’s moaning softly, her eyes are red because of the tears that have been falling from her eyes and tainting her cheeks. Her black hair wrapped around my palm is messy. She is messy. And I don’t thi
