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“What if the New Orleans contingent and the London delegation merge, though?” suggests Damen.
I’m sitting in my office, listening to Damen and Dryas on the phone, arguing some point about our business to an exaggerated degree. Or half-listening… In my head, I’m occupied with Fiore.
Specifically, I am replaying over and over again the surprised sound she made just before she came all over my c**k. Sort of a soft, puzzled “what the f**k?” kind of noise.
Followed, of course, by a loud, “oh… oh, god… OH, GOD… OH, MY GOD…”
It gets me hard, just thinking about the fact that I made her make those sounds. I am the reason she came like a f*****g fountain, soaking her bed. Ruining the velveteen mattress pad.
Yeah, I’m still thinking about it, even though it is two days later.
“Arsen? Are yo
