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THE MORNING AFTER.

Author: RomanWrites
last update publish date: 2026-03-31 02:03:14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE MORNING AFTER.

“Let’s make love tonight, baby. I can’t hold back myself anymore…”

Louis’s breath hitched at the thought of that. The words wrapped around him like silk and steel at the same time.

‘Make love.’ It sounded soft, but the way Lorenzo said it—raw, shaking with barely-leashed need…felt anything but gentle.

This was it…tonight he was going to sleep with a man for the first time. The thought sent a nervous flutter through his stomach.

He had never let anyon
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The second scene was quite funny I quite love these two 😌😭. Leave a comment ❤️❤️‍🔥. Sending love and kisses.

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