What My Body Wants

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out louder as the guy thrust dee

th his big cock. I would have told him not to spank m

ction. I didn’t reall

re his sneaky fingers went much lower, as he

w stars as it catapulted my body into a whirlwind of sweet pleasure. His gro

glance. I took my time washing up, not giving a care in the world

ut and was relieved whe

even know

dn’t

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r years old. I own a small but successful textile company, so you can

y—which I deserved, by the way. I was what you could consider cool, reserved, and collected. But in the inner world, I was just a sex

wanted was their dicks. Th

r breath. I don’t care what you, or a

right to judg

o my two-story building of a textile factory the next

s perfectly. “Guess this is not a normal day,” I muttered. They wer

bout?” I spoke loudly,

in my direction, eyes wide, and

ready feeling dread because of th

a sudden, the door to my office opened and a man w

e’s no way he’s in my office right now.

seen a ghost. Are you not glad to s

voi

knees went weak. Oh, Go

e voice of my uncle’s adopted son anywhere. Santos and I did

guing. Always quarreling. Santos R

nown and renowned playboy. He left the country six years ago, and I had already made p

er to have sex with. It was a vow I planned

I asked, composed. When did

y, caressing like a lover’s touch. “I came to se

dn’t know why I always fel

ay that said, “Tha

a scene, I walked past him and headed straight for my o

urprised t