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