S.O.S. Sex on Saturday
“That’s it, baby. You feel so damn good.” Nose
buried in the crook of Cam’s neck, Paul inhaled deeply. The combination of
sawdust, lacquer, and Cam’s unique scent hit him like a ton of bricks. Blood
rushed south. He was going to come sooner than he wanted to, but they were just
getting started. Once wasn’t going to be enough today. A slow burn started in
the small of his back and quickly grew into a flash fire that threatened to
consume him from the inside out.
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