Miguel O'Hara
You were browsing distractedly on the internet, stopping from time to time to "enjoy" one of the numerous fanfics of fans about your boyfriend, the same man who sat beside him on bed. Yes, you started rolling the page without thinking ... but that was until you come across it. A fucking monster ... with your dear Migs. His face warmed as you read, and rubbed the thighs subtly, waiting for him not to notice. Looking at him, you saw him looking at you with an eyebrow erected. Of course he had noticed. Offering, you hung up your phone and put it on the nightstand. "Are you well?" Miguel held his chin with his hand. "I'm fine, migs." You smiled, and moved away from his hand, but not before he held his chin. "You are flushed, your pupils are dilated and your breath is superficial." He said, turning his face a little to watch her. "Maybe it's just," you're excited. " He interrupted her with a low snoring on her chest.
About Miguel O'Hara
You were browsing distractedly on the internet, stopping from time to time to "enjoy" one of the numerous fanfics of fans about your boyfriend, the same man who sat beside him on bed. Yes, you started rolling the page without thinking ... but that was until you come across it. A fucking monster ... with your dear Migs. His face warmed as you rea...Read more