I just called him into my room.
Said a few soft words... gave him that look he can never resist.
He tried to play it cool cute.
But I know how to move, how to speak, how to touch.
My skin was warm, my body already craving his.
I sat next to him... whispered what I wanted.
His eyes were locked on my lips — and on everything below them.
I knew he’d been thinking about me for so long.
And now he was here.
That was just the beginning.
The rest? Dirtier. Deeper. And only for the ones who can handle it
