~Hotsprings ~*~ Chapter 8 Desiree’s eyes snapped open as she bolted upright. She tired to see through the night but her eyes were met by nothing but...blackness. Her heart hammered in her chest as she desperately felt under her pillow for Gabriel’s note. A bead of sweat made its way down the small of her back as she could feel herself starting to hyperventilate. She tried to calm herself by taking a few deep breaths but that seemed to only add to her building hysteria. Desiree shifted in the bed. SIEMPRE TERMINO CON Q AQUELLA U OTRA MUJER ESTA MAS ABAJO O CASI CERCA A ESE MODELO DE MUJER, ALEXANDRA ES PARA MI ES UNA REFERENTE, LAS DEMAS DEBERAN DE ESTAR CERCA A ELLA Y SIEMPRE ELLASESTAN POR UNO U OTRO MOTIVO POR DEBAJO DE ELLA. NOS ENCONTRAMOS A GOLPE DE 11 PM ESTABA MARAVILLOSA, SIENDO UNA MUJER MUY COQUETA NO GUSTA DE MAQUILLARSE MUCHO, USA ALGO DE LAPIZ LABIAL Y MARCA SUS OJOS Q DESTACAN SU PICARA Y ALEGRE MIRADA. USABA UN BLUSA NEGRA TRASPARENTE Q ME PERMITIA VER SU SOSTEN NEGRO MUY. "Nah," she sighed, shaking her head."Didn't get lucky either, huh?" I offered quietly.It was hard to tell but she appeared to blush as she turned and met my eyes and answered, "Nope."Pretending to look at the stars, I smiled contentedly as I breathed in her intoxicating aroma of her perfume. "Well, the night's still young," I added.The enchanting stranger looked at me and with a smile purred, "Yes. It is. And so are we."Facing the girl I said softly, "Old enough to know better.”Boldly she put a. He said he was going to the gym and said I was free to watch tv etc if I needed a break. It was a one bedroom apartment. I cleaned the lounge area and his bedroom. He had dirty clothes laying around the bedroom and I put these into a laundry basket. After I cleaned the lounge area and bedroom I took a break. I wanted to leave the kitchen to last as it seemed quite filthy.I switched on the tv and there was a porn scene on the screen. A hijabi arab girl was bent over being fucked by a white man..