The Painter In Pandemic (8)

That was kind of refreshing for her. It had been a while since Cali really had fun. The photographer was far, but it still felt like she was not alone. Perhaps that’s what the pandemic does to people; value those that were with them.

Dancing enlivened her senses, and that led her to a world that she knew well. The moisture in her body was different than the one between her legs that took hold of her, Cali thought of the photographer, and she imagined his penis as her ex’s, it was a huge penis, and she couldn’t handle it with her body, little by little one of her fantasies materialized in her mind.

Cali was Tokyo from the casa de papel, and the photographer was united with her ex. They were both dating in harmony, and her fingers reproduced what she wanted. She was carried away by her thoughts about that man.

The cold of the rain evaporated before the heat of her body. Cali gave herself a force to what she felt. His camera clicked, Cali did not know if it was her imagination or if Cali