Rick's heart raced seeing Carmilla come out of the bathroom, her skin shining and wet from the shower. She had wrapped a soft towel around her body, leaving her shoulders and a small strip of her back open.
Rick's eyes got bigger as he looked at her, and his mouth got dry with excitement. "Holy fucking shit... this is it, I can see every route that I will go through! And she's probably going to be my second milf that I've fucked."
"Knowing that she's a widow... it really fuels my horniness with flaming hot fire and even awakens my deepest fetish of cucking someone!"
"Goddammit...!" Rick screamed in his mind. "Control yourself, Rick Rolland! Carmilla is the type of milf who wanted things to be gentle...! I can't be selfish and corrupt her mind just to help her forget about her deceased husband."
