Lorenzo’s pov “You need a blowjob, handsome. Your dick said it all. Let me satisfy that dude down there,” one of them purred, her voice seductive like that of a prostitute. “Get to the fucking couch this minute,” I voiced, anger laced in my voice. I hate to be disobeyed. “Calm down, handsome,” she uttered, strutting over the room like she owned it. “Lande,” I called, my voice low and sharp. “You know who I am, and if you don’t want to be gunned down any moment from now, get to the damn couch. You know better not to mess with me.” She shifted back in fear, then quickly turned back and joined the other girl. The other girl doesn’t look familiar. I guess she is one of the recruits. “Remove your clothes. Strip.” Those words left my mouth without any ado. They obeyed like a hunter dog who’s been controlled by a whistle, stripping off their clothes like they meant nothing. They stood before each other, their boobs pointing, seeking attention, nipples hard like a pencil end. Their ass
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