Happy with the Final Decision

It was past 5:00 a.m. when we came back to the apartment. We agreed that Esteban would have to go out with Chilean cunt, for Ramon could not skip his job which would bring a total catastrophe to his marriage; I would busy studying publishing offers. Esteban was happy with the final decision and swore us that he would boink her on a white sand tomorrow, with a music of seagulls. And then we sneaked into the apartment by holding breath like a thief.