Where is Carlos the Third

Carlos connected, but he already had a date with another pervert near the Picasso Tower, and I met up with him so as not to leave him hanging. The guy in question was a rich guy from our neighborhood and just as perverted as us. In an almost empty eleven-story building, the loft was where the two of them were turning up the volume, and this Enrique guy was looking for another cock, mine for example, to fuck. I let myself get carried away, but half an hour later (it was 2 am), I told them I was leaving.

To my surprise, Carlos joined me, and within fifteen minutes, we were in a taxi, not quite sure where we were going. I gave the taxi driver the address of his house, and he asked me to keep him company for a while. "I'm exhausted," I told him.

As he closed the door behind him, he dragged me to the bedroom without stopping at the bathroom, and he leaned against a sofa and fucked me like he had been doing for the past two days. He came up to my ear and said, "I like everything about you, bitch." "You're mine," I said. "Can I call some friends? We have two hours left, and I'm going to take you to the Infiniti," and I said yes. The intercom activated ten minutes later, "Juan and Pedro arrived just when they were needed..."