EXTRA IX. WHO IS THE WHORE HERE?
BEOF
"Do you come inside every prostitute you sleep with?" she finally responded, her question a bit strange.
Her voice—low, vibrant, confident—was driving me insane.
We locked eyes, and I could swear I saw a hint of reproach in hers.
"No, actually, I don’t usually do that. But with you, I will. Is that a problem? Don’t they use those potions here to prevent pups?" I frowned slightly.
I really hoped she’d let me finish inside her. I didn’t think I’d be able to pull out at the last second.
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