Hunter Her hands were too soft. That thought replayed in my head again and again as I tried to think about something pleasurable. My head filled with images of tits, the last woman I slept with who was absolutely voracious, women's plump skin, their perfect lips. The pleasure stayed buried six feet under. I squeezed my eyes shut, frustrated. Here I was with a sexy woman who wanted me, and I couldn't even get it up. What the hell was wrong with me? I couldn't even blame it on alcohol cause I didn't indulge. Maybe I was exhausted. That had to be it. My body wasn't yet fully recovered from it's ordeal. "I've got a little something that would help you." The tattooed woman whispered in my ear, not sounding discouraged at all. Which just made me feel even worse. "Nah, I'm good." I sighed, opening my eyes. "Rain check?" "Oh." Disappointment flashed in her eyes for a second, but then she covered it up with another smile. "Sure, babe." She was a beautiful, badass woman who looked like
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