The heat begins to flood my body so quickly; that after a few seconds I find myself on fire with desire and pleasure, by the soft hands that run over my naked abdomen and by lips that take me to the delirium of madness.
Gina, the little dancer, practically pounced on me as soon as I had closed the door to concentrate only on her; on her kisses and caresses, on her moans and quiet gasps that began to wreak even more havoc on me.
I can't almost think, I can't breathe normally and I can only devote myself to feeling, to letting myself go like never before; to let go of any excuse I might make or any impediment I might have for not taking Gina and making her mine once and for all, like it should have been in that hotel.
But suddenly a doubt attacks me again and I push it away just a little,
