Viewing the local antiquities

my shaft in her hand, she leads me out of the shower room, down the hall, to her cube. I'm tip-to-hole cleansed, pleasure awash, and warm with the promise of pleasure to come. I lie down on my belly, adjusting my hard cock, and spread my legs slightly, relaxing, waiting for the first drops of oil to fall on my back.

But that moment when the mattress first gives under the weight of her knee as she climbs up on the table and straddles me—

That moment's delayed.

And we couldn't agree on price.

And I'm out in the cold.

With a refund, at least.

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