Alton was wearing a designer black t-shirt, with designer jeans and leather loafers. Jazmine, feeling guilt but also being aroused by the taboo nature of guilt, obliged. Returning to the island table to grab her purse and swig a final shot, she noticed Alton standing over a tablet, watching something. It had now been over two weeks and eight nights of clubbing and bar hopping with Trae, Alton and Jazmine. Alton, just by looking at him, never mind his actual weightlifting routine, could certainly accomplish this. They spent two weekends at a hotel suite having extravagant anal sex, which included Alton’s friend, Trae. Was it with Alton? They spent two weekends at a hotel suite having extravagant anal sex, which included Alton’s friend, Trae. She liked that he could be open with her without making her feel like she was being observed, that he was “just cool”, as she put it. Tugging on the cloth over her breast, he asked, “Can I fix this for you?”
She broke her stare from the anal scene, which had intensified into a double-anal position, looked down at her breast, then back up into Alton’s eyes.
