Don’t Be Kind, Disqualified

I continued humming my invented tune as he climbed the steep, dimly lit stairs. My hands were reaching for his ass. I slipped my right inside his pants, reaching for the hard, taut muscle, the ass completely rounded and perfect.

- What a hot ass, disqualified. I watched, as everything spun around me as my head swung off his body, looking at the floor.

As soon as we reached the hallway, he lowered me down and caught my jaw with his fingers, making me face him:

- Besides, she's a pervert.

- Completely... For you.

He was sliding from the jaw to my mouth, making it compress into a nipple, which he kissed:

- You crazy! It's going to kill me... Every year by your side I get ten years old.

- I hope you keep aging like this... Come here... Kiss me with your forties now.

- You're drunk.

- I'm not. I drank two beers. My head spins, but I know everything I've done. And just to be clear, I came to dance on the middle pole, Heitor Casanova.

- Fuck, what's going on in your insane mind?

- That I'm b