The only place where I can get distracted is my friends. My violent fantasy played out in earnest and as if before my eyes I see drops of sweat flowing down her delicate thin neck, as if I hadn’t left, my lips were already pressed to a pulsating wreath and left a hickey on snow-white skin. I've collected every single bead, and no, I don't mind because I already love and want every bit of it. And the way she smelled, I'm a sick bastard, but I liked her natural smell after a run. And how quickly she breathed, how her chest heaved up and down ...

Fak.

I abruptly...