Warning: A little Somnophilia (non-consensual) (I told you he was a little different. Morally gray?) and talk of overdosing.
Finn
I stood in my front yard for forty minutes in the shadows watching her through her front window. She really needed thicker curtains. Hers were so sheer, it was like they weren’t even there.
She swayed a little as she walked around. I should have stayed and helped her clean up, but if I had been there one more second I would have embarrassed myself by c*mming in my pants. Her so close, the things she was saying and not realizing what was coming out of her mouth, and then that d*mn movie. The chick was hot, but not as hot as Kyra, and I imagined it was her and I having that animalistic s*x in the cabin, on the kitchen table, the couch, against the window.
