Chapter 4 When Hesara finally slept while still horny, she found herself in a different hotel room, just outside of the City, outside the windows, all she could see was the fucking blizzard. It was the hotel room she had shared with Dante last night, the place where everything had gone wrong. Wrong. That was the word. It was wrong for her to have slept with her husband's son. It didn’t matter that he was twenty-one years old, or that her relationship was on the rocks, it was wrong on a deep, personal, moral level. But it didn’t feel wrong when she woke up next to him in the dream. It didn’t feel wrong at all when he took her hands and put them on his huge, throbbing cock and moaned when she touched him, as if she were the best thing he had ever had. It didn’t feel wrong when she stroked the length of his hard member, when she caressed his silk-skinned balls, when she placed her mouth around him and sucked as hard as she could to try to free the come that was simmering bene
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