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Quickie with a stranger. (1)

Penulis: Crystal Beee
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-08 23:59:50

I was at a wedding ceremony, drinking.

The third cocktail hit harder than I expected, and by five o’clock, I was light-headed and giggling. Daisy gave me a look across the table, the kind that screamed, I know that face.

I leaned in, whispering just loud enough for her to hear. “I need him. Right now.”

Daisy raised an eyebrow. “You’re actually serious?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I slid off the barstool, wobbling slightly in my five-inch heels, and grabbed the hand of a stranger who sat across the table. The warmth of his skin sent a jolt straight between my legs. His brows lifted in curiosity, but he followed me without a word.

“Where are we going?” he asked as I dragged him down the hallway toward the restrooms.

“You’ll see,” I said, my voice thick with want.

The door to the ladies’ room swung open, revealing two women by the mirror fixing their lipstick. I kept walking and didn’t miss a beat as I turned on my heel.

“Nope,” I murmured.

I reached for the men’s room door, pushed it op
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