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Harker grinned over the top of Alison’s head. She’d been soft and willing, her body leaning into his as he’d whispered in her ear. Then she’d turned, her lips open, wanting...no, expecting his kiss. She’d been so surprised when he hadn’t kissed her...again. Women were so used to getting everything they wanted sexually from men that it drove them mad when they were denied. It made them desperate for that man’s touch, his kiss and his c**k. That was exactly how he needed Alison tonight–desperate for him.
He shifted closer, making sure to keep his d**k away from her. She wasn’t ready to feel that pressed against her ass, but soon. He stared at the stage. The sub was tied to a spanking bench, her ass in the air but still covered by her skirt. That was Anthony’s gift to him so Harker
