Billie Bob Jones
Benedito and I were currently having breakfast together in one of the sunrooms that showed off the view of the city, even though that was extremely beautiful we had barely taken our eyes off each other. I shamelessly stared at him as he shamelessly stared at me.
To say there was tension was an understatement. There was a thick, heavy, pregnant lust in the air that no amount of breathers seemed to take away. Whenever I looked at him I immediately saw the way he was laid out under me this morning. His hair spread on the white pillow case as the smacking of our skin resonated throughout the room.
