Coming to the dance studio was like slow torture for one reason. Kyra. She's a dance instructor here...She stirs something inside me, primal and deep that I refuse to give knowledge to. She's also my wet fucking dream. I want inside that tight little body so bad, but she's important to River, and as bad as I want her, I know I won't want her for longer than my needs take to be satisfied. So I don't pursue her, even though when she smiles at me, all nervous and coy, my dick strains against my jeans. I hve to hold him there to stop him from tearing through and slithering up her leg.