Enrique and I stayed in his room for a couple of hours, exploring every inch of our bodies. We decided to go out only after we were both satisfied, and I needed to stretch first. After he made love to me again and over, my entire body hurt.
“To tell you the truth, I still can't believe it. “I assumed you were from a low-income family,” I told him. Enrique grinned, and I had my suspicions about why he was smiling. He should be angry that I misinterpreted his origins, and he shouldn't be happy that I mistook him for a poor person.
“Can't you tell by looking at my skin?” I squinted my eyes at him as he inquired.
“Are you looking for a straight answer? No, your riches aren't visible, and I noticed the calluses on your hands.” I chewed my lower lip as I awaited his response, but all he did w
