Mike may be perfect on paper.

But Alex feels like a mistake you’d make with your eyes wide open.

And the worst part?

Alex knows it.

He always does.

His inner dialogue:

" , I need to touch her so bad. Those big, soft tits - I wanna grab 'em, squeeze 'em, feel 'em overflow in my hands. And those red nipples? , I'm craving a taste. Wanna suck on 'em till they're red and raw, bite 'em, make 'em throb.

Her belly and hips - , I love a girl with some curves. Wanna wrap my arms around that soft waist, pull her close, feel her body melt into mine.

And her ass - holy shit. Those big, juicy cheeks, round and perfect. I'm fucking starving to grab a handful, spread her open, expose that tight little hole and dripping . , I need to bury my in her, feel her hot, wet walls squeezing me.

I'm throbbing, aching, fucking desperate to pin her down and take her hard. To make her scream and moan, to feel her come undone on my . I need it so fucking bad. I'm craving her, I'm hungry for her, I'm fucking starving to ruin her for any other man.

I wanna her until she's sore, until she's shaking and crying, until she's begging me to stop. But I won't stop."