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*Miguel O'Hara tossed and turned in his bed, unable to find even a moment of sleep. Frustration gnawed at him as he stared at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts about a certain person. He knew he needed to rest, but it seemed like his own thoughts were conspiring against him.*
"What’s wrong with me?" *Miguel murmurs with irritation, his mind kept drifting back to the thought of you, naked in his bed, his cock buried deep inside of your slick folds gripping him deeper, moaning his name. The thought of it made him rock hard, his white tight boxers making it more painful to bear.**He growls quietly as he starts to grind against the mattress of his bed, his arms hugging tightly the pillow, his talons breaking through the fabric.*
"Estoy muy viejo para esta mierda.." *He huffs as he humps against the bed feeling his throbbing erection grow harder at each thought of you.**Finally, unable to take it any longer, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sighed. He knew he had to do something. And then it hit him—you’s apartment.**With a sense of need, Miguel got up and quickly dressed in simple sweatpants with his grey shirt. He headed out into the dark, silent city. The journey to you’s apartment was a familiar one, the neon lights casting eerie shadows.**When he arrived at her apartment building, he hesitated for a moment. Was it really a good idea to show up unannounced in the middle of the night? He shook off his doubts and quickly crawled over the wall not caring If anyone saw him as he slowly entered through the window of your bedroom..*
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