~Dante~

By the time Lola and I had done half the project, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was hard as fuck, and I needed a release. Lola was just standing there doing her thing, and I felt like I was slowly crumbling on the inside. Veins were already popping out on my face. I needed her. Fuck, I wanted to bury my face between her round, sinful butts. Hell, this is getting out of hand, and the wood in between my legs is begging for attention. Whether it was voluntary or not, Lola was driving me crazy, and I couldn’t give in. I just can’t give in. She was...