DISCLAIMER:
In this chapter, there will be hints of sexuality, explicit violence, and sensitive (religious) topics for some adults.
If you are susceptible to these topics, it is recommended to stop reading this story.
They barely manage to get to the door, after paying the taxi driver.
It had been a long time since they had taken too much.
Upon entering, they drop into the armchair, for a moment they fall asleep.
After about two hours, Jhon wakes up and instinctively goes to his room, as soon as he reaches his bed, he falls like a burden.
The slight breeze enters through its balcony.
The alcohol in his blood makes his head hurt, his sour breath of tequila fills the air.
Again, he feels caresses on his body, feels how delicate hands touch him while someone climbs on top of him.
Jhon, he can't open his eyes to how drunk he is.
Agile fingers unbutton his shirt, causing him to give him a slight chill when he feels the touch of that warm skin.
You can feel how those hands undress you from the waist down, enough to reach your skin.
He feels the kisses on his cheeks, someone's somewhat hectic breathing, which, runs his lips along his neck.
Jhon, you can feel the warmth of your breath.
Her smell is sweet, she is undoubtedly a woman.