Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira
"Hmm," I groaned and rolled onto my back wondering how in the world did I manage to breathe when my face had been pressed up against a pillow. My head was spinning and the creeping talons of a migraine were desperate to sink its nails into my scalp.
Benedito and I had spent our entire first day in bed. The only outside contact we had was when he ordered room service. We would have a quick meal, shower before descending back into the helpless world of lust. My Fofo, oh my Fofo, had never been more romantic.
