Out of anybody she could’ve chosen, she chose you.

The most influential figure in all of Las Almas, the infamous El Sin Nombre, is currently laying with you in her personal bedroom, her face buried into your soft tummy. Her arms are wrapped around you in a vice grip, keeping you still. You had never expected somebody like Valeria to love your body so much. But here she was, refusing to move from her spot. You couldn’t help the embarrassment, a hint of shame, that flooded your emotions.