“It's a no, I guess”.

Angela muttered.

Antonio released a cloud of smoke.

“What do you take me for? Since you have been in my head. I can't think of anything else than being inside of you. Yes, I do masturbate imagining you. The difference between you and me…”

He paused to meet her gaze, grinning evilly.

“You did it five times? I fucking lost count of mine…every minute…every second… I am a fucking pervert you know, and I am kinda horny always”.

Angela was unsure whether to feel gross by that or not. For some reason, she was glad she was not alone in this, her cheeks flamed up...