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Talia
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“Here it is,” said Steve, opening up a door that led to a nicely sized bedroom.
I walked inside and nodded my approval. Quaint, but undeniably luxurious for an airplane. “This is very nice, I must say.”
“Indeed. Where would you like this?” he asked, holding up my travel bag.
My lip curled up. “I’d like it on the bed.”
He set it down and then turned to me. “Is there anything else you’d like ‘on the bed’?”
“Do you even have to ask?”
He grinned. “I just wanted to make sure we were both still on the same page.”
“Of course, darling. How much time do we have?” I asked, pushing him down.
“Enough,” he whispered as I unzipped his pants.
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After I was done pleasuring him, he tried slipping his hand under my skirt, but I pushed him away. The thought of a lycan touchin
