PREVIEW
... minutes of Rory climbing me like a jungle gym that owed her money. Four minutes of Vanessa’s shy smile as I asked about her new place, her cheeks going pinker than the paint on her new walls.
Four minutes of my women orbiting closer—touches on my arm, fingers brushing my back, the gravitational pull of a harem that hadn’t been fed in days and was now exhibiting classic signs of starvation: dilated pupils, shallow breathing, and the subtle threat that if I didn’t start distributing affec ...
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