David's POV:
“DAVY! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! DON’T LET ME SEE YOUR LITTLE FUCKER FACE! EVER! I HATE YOU!” She pushes me away after she slaps my hands, yeah, both of them.
Biting again…. Mmm…. That sexiness and hotness….
She’s going to the dressing room with angry steps. I can’t take my lustful eyes off her. I’m fucked in body and heart and everything. The sensations she provokes in me are disrupting me in a painful pleasure which needs cure. She’s the cure to all this.
Last night I was in orgasm over orgasm and tickled by otherworldly feelings. I want that again and on repeat. My drug…. He, he, he….
She’s in the dressing room.
Davy…. Control…. Have a cold shower and take a grip over yourself…. First dinner…. Then resume…. Yeah…. Good plan…. She’ll chill out a bit…. Let’s not provoke her…. More than necessary that is…. He, he, he…. My baby….