_ Fuckable Rosario

Luis's Point Of View~

After fucking the hell out of Rosario, I wiped the memory of our exploding sex off of her head. The trick was always in the details. 

A flick of my wrist, a subtle rush of energy, and her mind was wiped clean—like a chalkboard after a rainstorm. 

Rosario, poor poor Rosario, sat there on the floor with her skirt still slightly askew, her head lolling to the side. She looked like a drunk toddler who'd had one too many bottles of milk.

 I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. The climax turned out even better than I had expected.

Turns out angry sex was the best after all. I zipped my zipper, enjoying the view of her fucked body. 

I wheeled myself back into position, slumping into my chair as if gravity itself hated me. The illusion had to be perfect. Pathetic Luis, the crippled cousin – the man who couldn't stand or move and had no hope.