I reach across and stroke his muscular arm. As he kisses my stomach, he slides his hand inside of me and he must feel how aroused I am, because he groans. I've craved this opportunity for so long that I don't mind forking out the extra rent for a studio flat. A portrait of a proud, moustachioed man with friendly eyes reminds me of Tom's dad. He moves up along the inside of my legs, licking and kissing and stroking my skin with his cheek. I don't know what I'm doing either. He's tanned, toned and bigger than I remember him being, he seems to fill the whole flat, towering above me.
Diana. Age: 27.
I try to see Te Quiero through his eyes.
Kamila. Age: 20.
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Propping myself up on one elbow, I slip my hand in between my legs, not taking my eyes off him for a second. After finding a s mirror, a cashmere throw and a box of wine glasses for the flat, I cart my new purchases back on the bus. He stands up and pulls me to my feet. Cupping my bottom in his hands he leans in for a long, slow kiss.