Billie Bob Taylor
His lips tasted like wine, baklava and just a hint of a cigar that he quickly smoked from Ronaldo. For moments on end I would completely forget we were surrounded by people as his tongue flicked into my mouth and I gladly moaned against his lips.
Throughout the entire night his hand held my inner thigh as I sat flush against him. Everyone was a little bit tipsy, except for me of course which made me incredibly jealous. The only high I was getting was of Benedito's lips.
"Acho que não vamos dormer muito hoe á noite," he said into my ear over the loud music before he kissed my cheek. (I don't think we're going to get much sleep tonight.)
I looked down so my hat could cover my flaming cheeks. Just by the way he had been touching me the entire night I had made the conclusion by myself.
