Unless— Slowly Garrett swallowed. Well, he thought to himself suddenly, what if the newcomer in question was not a man…but a woman? His eyes widened as he imagined it. For if a woman wished to click excitedly through his tremendous library of pornography for hours on ends, shivering, sweating, biting her lip prettily as she stroked herself languorously in the sticky-soft nest between her eagerly open thighs, why, that seemed by no means disgusting or wrong to Garrett—no, it would be beautiful, absolutely beautiful! Ooh, the wicked delight of imagining some female guest grunting red-faced and dirtily eager as she m*********d just a few doors down the hall from him!
And really, whether the guest was a slender, long-hipped sylph with pouting mournful doe-eyes and high, delicate, unhandled li
