The Addiction

unable to enact. Yet, I didn't have mercy on him. I needed more and more. And I made sure he gave me what I wanted. "Girl, you are a bomb!. Damn, did you plan to kill me or something?. Four tou

ing here. I warned you to stop this. It isn't 𝗢𝘂𝗿!. It is my house!. My apartment!". I yell at the top of my voice hoping that he gets me this time. Guess what he says..., "nothing!." He just smiles back at me as a psychopath. "Get the hell out!. James, I'm exhausted and I need to rest!". I try to maintain my cold blood. I'm still standing with my towels wrapped around my body. He carelessly gets out of the bathing bowl, completely naked, with his fat, long reacted d*ck pointing, the ceiling. My towel instantly falls on the ground. "OMG!." I scream deep within I rapidly pick it up, my towel. Battling hard with myself to act normally. Thou, I miss his d*ck. He has this sort of size, long, memorable rare d*ck. Above all, he wields it well. I miss our weird coitus fun entertainments. James is literally, great. Yet, no matter how hard I try to fall in love with him, it always ends up in tears. Efforts in vain. I have never been able to love him as he always wished. "Cover-up your self and get out of my house!." I try to close up my eyes yet, I feel curious and my gaze glues on his private. It's 1:00 am. "I perceive it, you ar