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... d, watching me pull the foil packets from my pocket.
Her name was Daphne. I recognized her. She was a regular, a frequent escapist, often seen leaving this same private room with other dancers like XXX Dawg.
"Hopefully, I won’t be as boring as your husband," I replied, offering her the condom. Our fingers brushed, and the brief contact sent a familiar, addictive spark through me.
She took a step closer, the expensive scent of her perfume intensifying. "Do you think you ca ...
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