And they both drink their burning courage, hoping to be able to remain true to themselves and provide each other with all the fulfillment craved.
“To you and I,” whispered Amalia, carefully setting the empty glass on the nightstand by his side of the bed.
“You’re amazing… I can’t believe the way you look, I never dreamt of something quite this spectacular.”
“I like to make an impression.”
“Oh you do… this is the stuff of memories, every boy’s wet dream.”
“How about men? Real men? Since that’s really my target audience…”
“Oh… you’re what we dream of when we say our prayers at night, just before we have to fuck our wives. You’re what keeps us hard, that phantasy which makes life worth living.”
“You do like your clichés…”
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