The night with Alessandra starts

In front of the door, you didn't know what to say soyouI just knocked.

Alessandra asks "Yes, who is there?" Again, what the fuck did you had to tell her, like "hey I'm the guy you invited over to fuck" or something?

You say "Hem... I'm John, do you remember? This morning, the bus, you know...?"

She replies "Yes, come on in! I was waiting for you" She opened the door, and you were greeted by the stunning Brazilian model with her signature sexy grin, wrapped into some sort of black robe covering her entirely besides the pair of elegant high heeled black platform shoes and her ankles, covered in fishnet stockings, black too.

Once inside, she quickly closed the door, and guided you to the bedroom, where there were glasses and a metal bucket with ice and a champagne bottle. Since she walked in front of you, you noticed how the curves of her famous ass were slightly bouncing under her robe, because in her movements she was intentionally swinging her hips a bit.

You love my girlfriend above anyone else, but damn just that sight was enough to give you a wood. She asked if you wanted a drink, of course you replied yes, and she filled the glasses. The model raised her drink to make a toast.

Alessandra says "To fun!"

You reply "Ehr, well, yes..."

Alessandra asks "Why so nervous? You can come closer, I don't bite you know?"

You say "No, I'm not... I mean..."

Alessandra says "You are afraid to make Adriana jealous, even if she told you othewise, don't you?"

You reply "Well, yes... but how do you know?!" She smiled widely (this woman always has that grin on her, like she is always trying to seduce you or is having naughty thoughts), and patted her hand on the bed, an invitation to sit next to her. You did but not exactly too close, like enough to talk but not to touch her accidentally.