Lorenzo

I trudged upstairs, my mind still reeling from the encounter with Eva. I changed into my pajamas on autopilot, my thoughts consumed by the memory of her crawling on the floor, her eyes pleading, her soaked mouth against my dick… Fuck! I lay down on my bed, but my brain refused to shut off.

How did she do that? Why did she have to be so... captivating? I couldn't shake off the image of her, couldn't stop thinking about the way she made me feel. It was like she had a hold on me, and I couldn't escape.

I tossed and turned, my thoughts a jumbled mess. I couldn't...