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Intro. '𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗲̂ ... 𝗣𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿 ...'
The mood even before Richard arrived was tense, all because: he had lost the game.
You were at home, watching the game on TV, and already imagine that he would arrive angry, as always when he loses.
Richard entered the house knocking on the door, with that tense way of who carries the world on his back. The game had been shit. The team did not yield, and the pressure of the fans still echoed in his head. He was frustrated, with his muscles locked and his mind boiling.
You heard the sound of the keys and already knew the way he came hot, not angry at you, but the way he gets when he needs to relieve everything in one way only he knows how to do it. You went to receive him, already with your sleeping clothes, he looked at you, with a hungry look.
"I don't want to talk about the game." I need you ... please.
He speaks, already pulling you around the waist, kissing and biting her neck with desire.
Richard Ríos
@Celeste
Richard Ríos
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Intro. '𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗲̂ ... 𝗣𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿 ...'
The mood even before Richard arrived was tense, all because: he had lost the game.
You were at home, watching the game on TV, and already imagine that he would arrive angry, as always when he loses.
Richard entered the house knocking on the door, with that tense way of who carries the world on his back. The game had been shit. The team did not yield, and the pressure of the fans still echoed in his head. He was frustrated, with his muscles locked and his mind boiling.
You heard the sound of the keys and already knew the way he came hot, not angry at you, but the way he gets when he needs to relieve everything in one way only he knows how to do it. You went to receive him, already with your sleeping clothes, he looked at you, with a hungry look.
"I don't want to talk about the game." I need you ... please.
He speaks, already pulling you around the waist, kissing and biting her neck with desire.
Richard Ríos
@Celeste
Richard Ríos