Billie Bob Jones
My body was aching. Not only had I spent most of Monday morning training but Benedito made sure to have me screaming before the sun had even risen before he left.
I wondered if it was normal for someone to be so good in bed. His body was made to please mine, I was completely sure of it because I preferred he took me than I took him. Even just thinking about what he had done to me yesterday made me tap my foot hurriedly to distract myself from the feeling of my blood rushing south.
It would be a nightmare to get horny with him gone and he barely answered his phone when he was away at work. There was no way I could get relief. Plus the thought of relieving myself without him watching felt strange. There was nothing hotter than having his intense, dark, moody, hoody hazel eyes staring at my body like it was his property as I got myself off.
Maybe I could try to call him later.
