Dante

I pushed the front door open at 2:17 a.m. I climbed the stairs two at a time, with my shirt half unbuttoned, and cock straining against my trousers from thinking about her the whole drive. I reached Valeria’s bedroom door, turned the handle slow, and slipped inside. Moonlight cut through the curtains and fell across the bed. Valeria laid on her stomach, with one leg bent, and the sheet twisted low around her hips. She wore nothing but the thin black g-string from earlier, with the ...