Book 10 - Chapter Three
Something is making a god awful sound, ughhh! What is making that noise at this ungodly hour of the morning on a Sunday? My hand searches blindly along the edge of my bed and over the night stand that sits beside me, feeling around for the reason I’m not still dreaming about a faceless hunk straddling a chair whilst I grease him with baby oil all over his magnificent . . . . The ringing stops and I sigh with relief, my hand falling back onto the mattress as I snuggle down into my covers again, now where were me my oil covered s*x beast? The image of Mr faceless swims back into my mind, his tanned muscles flexing as he winks at me, He pushes up, out of the chair, his hands going to his pants, fixed at the sides with poppers, playing with the waist band, before . . . the annoying sound s
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