tu pull up to your house, an hora and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t inicial to realize tu didn’t come straight inicial after school. To be honest, tu never actually went. tu spent the día in your lover’s arms, not moving from the cama except for that hora long ducha, ducha de tu took. tu close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across tu face as tu think of the way she touched you. tu blush, thinking of the way she made tu come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time tu didn’t have to fake your...