He was beautiful in a way I wasn’t accustomed to appreciating. He was classically handsome, with hard lines and lean muscle, but there was something softer about Marcos that intrigued me. I liked how full his lips looked when he wore gloss, how his long legs were strong and elegant at the same time, and after this morning I didn’t think I’d ever get the image of him in those lace panties out of my fucking head.
