"Masterpiece."
Sergio.
Sergio straightened himself up as he stood in front of Aisha's hotel room.
Let's make sure nothing is sticking out. No bad breath. No body odour. No sweaty balls.
He fiddled with the trifling piece of plastic that was attached to his chest, as he unhooked the wire that had been dangling on his left nipple, under the velour sweatshirt that he was wearing.
Oh God, I hate casual clothing.
He looked down at the matching velour sweatpants with white tennis shoes, and cringed.
He irritatingly shifted the wires back to position before using his saliva to smoothen his eyebrows.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.
A few moments later, Aisha appeared in what seemed to be lingerie.
Lol. She actually thinks this is gonna be a fornication situation again, where we almost procreate and then it's sexual congress.
Wrong.
