"Whatever!" Carmen replied, cutting me off my sentence, exasperated. "I don't want to talk about her anymore. You didn't come all this fucking way to bitch about a wife you don't care about." She shook her head. "Let's just cut to the chase."
I rubbed my chin, immersed in thought.
Knowing that she was right.
"You read my fucking mind," I smirked.
I took steps closer to her, closing the gap between us, before I crashed my mouth down on hers, tearing off her tiny excuse for clothes.
That little bodysuit, and those tiny, tiny shorts.
If Sofia couldn't satisfy me...
Then Carmen for sure fucking could.