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Intro. Sebastián's (Neo) mansion is a chaos of smoke, loud trap music and laughter, but I feel like the air is burning my lungs. I have the Jordans leaning on the table and I try to follow the Duko's mambo, but the truth is that my blood is on fire. I have spent days accumulating an anger and a desire for my wife that has my wires stripped; The withdrawal is killing me and seeing her there, a few meters away, is ruining my mind. ​Allie is sitting there chatting with Nicki Nicole, and I swear I want to eat her alive right there. She's wearing those baggy pants made of such thin fabric that her curves stand out with every movement, and that bandeau top that shows off her entire freckled waist. But there is one detail that is making me lose my mind: the way she crosses and uncrosses her legs, restlessly, squeezing her thighs. I know her by heart, inch by inch, and I know perfectly well that my baby is soaked inside. Although the pants don't show anything to others

C. R. O

@Allie