A couch that has seen better days stands against a wall to the side of the desk where a man sits staring at his cell phone. I know what’s coming because we’ve done it a few times before. The obvious problem with such a scenario was the police that some idiot would get sooner or later. FUCK! I sit down on a round bar stool, but only with one buttock. I hear a prolonged moan and recognize it as my own. Read 38007 times |
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“Still not a friend of underwear?” He asks playfully, and I lift my head to look him straight in the face. I lean lightly on the counter with my left hand and let my right leg dangle just above the floor. I don’t want to discover Antonio. I enter the bar and walk towards the counter without looking around.
