Ding ding ding! Lay #2 and it was better than #1.

I felt like the shy Catholic gypsy girl who was about to become a woman underneath the charm spell the bad boy was casting.
I fulfilled one of his sexual fantasies. Talk about a stroke of kickass luck.
And I thought I was extremely hideous to not get laid, but the universe proved me wrong and gave me a hot coffee date to perk me the fuck up.

I soooooo want to see him again. His markings leave my skin bruised and his scent lingers within my bra paddings. I can’t stop thinking about him. Nothing serious, but the sex was fantastic and I want more.