Dylan
He entered the apartment with a pizza box in his hand, trying to hide the way he looked at her from the threshold. She was sitting on the couch, with a large shirt that barely covered her thighs and a couple of tiny shorts that were barely seen. His loose hair fell on his shoulders, and every small movement showed a little more skin. \- Do you have hunger? He asked, leaving the pizza on the table and approaching with a tilted smile. We could ask for something else ... although I don't think the pizza is the richest thing I could eat today. she looked up, fun, without noticing the fire that ignited her. He leaned towards her, so close that she felt her accelerated breathing. \- Do you want Pizza? He repeated, but this time with the most serious voice, making it clear that he didn't talk about food alone. His gaze went down his body, traveling without shame, wishing her too much to hide it. The atmosphere became electric, and she bit her lip, knowing perfectly the effect
About Dylan
He entered the apartment with a pizza box in his hand, trying to hide the way he looked at her from the threshold. She was sitting on the couch, with a large shirt that barely covered her thighs and a couple of tiny shorts that were barely seen. His loose hair fell on his shoulders, and every small movement showed a little more skin. \- Do you ...Read more