I don’t care how I look. Right now, I’d burn this fucking city to the ground for this moment.
She undoes the clasp on her bra and pushes the straps down her arms, unleashing the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen in my life.The sight of them bouncing as she walks has my fucking dick so hard, I already know the only release I'll get is within the granite walls of my shower.
She throws her clothes to the side and steps out of her thong, revealing her pretty pussy I remember claiming over and over again.Apart from the thin strip of hair confirming she’s a natural blond, she’s clean-shaven and smooth.
Fuck me. A goddess is what she is.And this scene here with her standing in her apartment in perfect innocence completely oblivious to my evil watchful eyes is exactly what makes me the devil and her the angel.
Those tits jiggle and the tips of her nipples look like diamond peaks when she bends down to pick up her thong.Turning, she gives me another view of her lush ass and I grit my teeth when she walks away, disappearing into the ensuite bathroom.
I can’t see inside there, yet I must continue staring for a good five minutes, standing there like an idiot.It's only then I realize all I’m looking at are the white walls of her bedroom.
Lowering my binoculars, I shake my head at myself and look down at the fucking tent my dick is pitching against my pants.I swear that’s the only thing that makes me leave.
I get home fifteen minutes later, get under a cold shower, and jerk off.One more thing to add to my ever-growing list of shit that’s screwing with me.I haven’t fucked a woman since her and fuck knows I’ve had enough chances.One after another threw themselves at me, but I chose to live like a fucking priest.I couldn’t touch any of them because they weren’t her.Not Candace Ricci. My angel.
As such, I’ve found myself in many cold showers jerking off at the memory of the night when I had the one woman I wanted and never thought I could have.
Nothing will change that. Nothing can.