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. . . . . . . .

why the fuck am I smiling? Mayb

o damn hot. God, why does he ha

oks at me...

which by the way... he'

it makes me wanna let him fuck me,

the *lost

l kinds of things inside. Nice things that I can't explain, and to be hones

ou* way, which comes with

me wanna laugh. At least I'm no

matter how I look at him, no matter what I want to do, I can'

w hard it was to stop him. I really would deserve some

ut also so damn hot, and that smart dirty mouth

s! Keep it t

ng my brain and body that he's m

o learn, and the way he grabbed m

but I made sure to get out before he ha

need to s

p h

op

ol, but it's not unlimited.

ghts and avoided him, I decided that to get

my brain for coming up with it, but I don't have a better plan, and I don't have anyone else to tu

piss them down the toilet, and hopefully, by Monday I'll be back to normal. No more

I used to be smart...

take a small basket, and I immediately

n I see the bottles of alcohol waiting for me to t

of red wine, one of white wine already in my bas

g weekend, and I'll

really bad week." I'm disturbed by a male's

but I'm not the rude kind of

wanted to continue, but I'm afraid that I

start laughing hysterically, like th

d be an explanation and a

that it's not eve

hat quickly turned into full-on laughter as I realize once

the amused voice, and I see a

ittle crazy if you think about it, and we are allowed to be a little craz

onscience has... it'

. Even though I'm pretty sure I'm heading that way." I admitted almos

his chocolate brown eyes. If he tries to eye fuck me, he's failing miserably. He should take some les

ast one didn't have enough alcohol volume, and because thinking about Satan eye-fucking me makes me feel... all kind of things. Bad bad

ntrol that I have over my mind, I put the bottle

es looking nervously at me while prete

feel how nervous he is from here, and I can hear the wheel turning in his

honest, he is

ed after a few minutes of silence, and I can't stop the sm

with the highest volume of alcohol," I answe

g, and to be honest, I feel relieved. I'm really not in the mood for small talk or fl

help but smile even bigger at the soft

ebrow and look at him expectantly, and he blushed a

self from laughing because I don't want him to feel embarrassed, as I said, I'm no

p thinking a

nd, and he bites his inner cheek nervously and ti

, not sure if he should ask, and I

en it

his is th

s is the

ce, and his head snaps up at me and his mou

lar, more lean and athletic, he has light brown hair, al

eyes are filled with mischief, and he doesn't have an ounce of shame in them, his deep and husky voice is always steady and sure, commanding even when he's plead

." He hands me his phone, and I write my numbe

but the food is amazing." I subtly tell him to dress more formally, and he nods

at makes me think of Satan again. He's so damn confident, he doesn't let ro

ough he doesn't hesitate to express them. Loud and c

t my bottle of gin in my basket,

Satan ever get shy? I saw him blush one time when he gave me the drawing. Or

ith the red wine. I don't want to get drunk too fast, because the

think of not thinking of him. But this time I video call he

e excitedly because I don

yself in the small camera and shake my

stated firmly, and I

at me with a sad expression on her pretty face. Why can't I be straight? Heck, I bet that if

brows furrowed in concern, confusing me for a few seconds, because my brain is a little

oss my face, and Mia

why, but I'm not as affected as I normally

Yes, until now I only drank when I wa

a heavy sigh, and she starts laughing, and thank

in, after a bottle of wine, it better be

ke th

ike him also. And I made a plan to drin

and looks at me expectantly as if she's wai

e alone, he just... grabbed my dick and told me other dirty things that he would want me to do to him." I dr

ice, and I start laughing and pour myself another glass of whiskey.

can't fuck him," I repeated for the hundredth time, reme

k you." The sad p

o let him have his way with me." I scolded in an exasperated voice, t

student there? Maybe he's the sports teacher." God damn it! I start laughing uncon

, really believing what she said. Well, that is ho

insane." I managed to explain after I calmed down and stopped laughing, and the events that happened earlier today came in

lse, I hang up, because I can't talk to my best friend while I have a r

hard dick to throb, begg

ing about him. There's no dou

o it! I

d wine and thinking about him

I need it. Even if it's all in m

ing dick, my thumb is slowly circling the head, coating it with warm precum, sending w

d images with him came into my m

darkened by desire, looking up at me, while I'm running my fingers th

s my dick pulse, the warmth of it put me on fire, building the heat slowly in my stomac

my hand move faster, searching desperately for a release as his husky voice echoes in my mind, threa

y, and my dick starts twitching harder, leavin

reath on my skin intensifies and makes my body tremble unc

ame faster than I thought, shattering my body as strings of hot cum shot from my throb

, I see his satisfied smirk, and I swear that I can hear him telling me t

I'm trul