33. Maniac of Maniacs

I dump my bathrobe in the washing machine and rush for a warm shower.

Water runs down my skin, washing away his cum from my body. But the impact of his eyes still stays on me like a lasting tattoo. I can’t brush it off.

I hate the way I liked the way he looked at me.

*Did he fuck my brain or s...

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