•Colson•
When I left my room to look for Leiara, this wasn't part of the reason. If anyone had told me I'd be here, having her trapped in my arms as I claim her like a dog in heat, I'd have scoffed at their faces.
But here I am, making her straddle me while I press her against my hardening cock, which didn't take long to spring awake the moment my tongue pushed into her mouth.
I couldn't help it. Her appearance, her scent, the way she talked, everything.
I've always tried not to look long at her, to avoid any contact with her, else I would get myself into something I knew I wouldn't be able to come out of.
Her body, for example. Those breasts, the way they stand firm and perky whenever she's in a night robe. Those seemingly perfect cakes behind her that go well with her shape… ugh!
To be frank, had she not been a despicable person, I think I would've long since thrown away my morals.
But because of the way she acts and how vile she is, it helped me remain sane toward her.
