Anthony
F*ck I love this woman. She lets me do whatever I want. She never says no to me. I kissed her on her shoulder as I slipped out of her. It’s three in the morning. We’ve only gotten sporadic sleep, because every time I brush up against her, my eyes pop open and my d**k wants to go where it likes to be.
I get a wash cloth from the bathroom and clean her up. She’s already passed out. My poor beautiful baby.
I cleaned myself up and put on a pair of sweats before walking out of my room to go get a drink of water. I’m thirsty as f*ck with all the energy I’ve been using. It’s no wonder my throat feels like the Sahara desert. I better take a glass back for my woman, in case she wakes up thirsty too.
I’m pouring myself a glass when I hear feet shuffling and look over as my father
