You struggled to finish your homework for some late-college complications and find it extremely hard to write down on your paper. Then you look down at Miguel and whisper-shout.

“Could you p-please stop..?” You plead, but despite that he looks up from under you desk and grin at you as he kisses your inner thigh. ”..Lo siento princesa, sabes demasiado delicioso para desperdiciarlo, ¿hm?" He’d respond in his cold but charming tone, looking at you with endearing crimson eyes that you just can’t say no too…