Mm, good. Real good, ( rene breathes as he starts towards her apartment building — and not soon enough. he wasn't expecting the sound of her voice, even through the speaker of his phone, to do him in as bad as it does.
it's a sudden punch to the gut, cascading waves and waves of god damn need through him that he can't seem to placate; his feet don't move fast enough. god, she's got him good.
he's glad the streets are mostly empty by this time of night, at least in the residential district, 'cause he probably looks completely loco right now power-walking down the sidewalk with a phone pressed against his ear, his gaze harsh. ) Go ahead, gimme a little taste, mamí. You can touch yourself. I wanna hear.
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it's a sudden punch to the gut, cascading waves and waves of god damn need through him that he can't seem to placate; his feet don't move fast enough. god, she's got him good.
he's glad the streets are mostly empty by this time of night, at least in the residential district, 'cause he probably looks completely loco right now power-walking down the sidewalk with a phone pressed against his ear, his gaze harsh. ) Go ahead, gimme a little taste, mamí. You can touch yourself. I wanna hear.