AUTHOR’S POV

Don Pedro stood on in balcony looking over the waterfront, her was burning with desire as flashes of Tessa’s vagina gripping his erect penis washed through his mind.

He unbuttoned his damp shirt revealing his chiselled chest as he sipped on a glass of whiskey, gently he peeled it off his skin before tossing it to a corner.

He had been there for over thirty minutes staring at nothing per se, just the water rolling into itself and the images in his mind, the only thing that can calm him tonight was the warm wetness and tightness of a woman’s vagina.

If he wasn’t trying to be modest,...