Ruggerio
The hardest thing I ever did in my life was sit down in front of my crying sister and tell her that our brother was going to rehab because he had attacked and hurt a girl that was about her age.
Or so I thought.
The pain of that moment might still be the worst I have experienced until now, but the moment I’m living now gets the closest to it. I know exactly that our time together is running out and I hate the fact that I can do nothing to slow it down.
My heart squeezes painfully as I hear a soft knocking between Ginevra’s moans of pleasure. She is riding me slowly with her head thrown back into her neck. Her eyes are closed, and I have my hand entangled in her locks that are falling wildly and I tug gently, getting her to stop.
Such bad timing!
Sitting up, I wrap my arms ar
