The Devils Temptation; Erotic Short Stories
“I don’t need a visual of you shaking your dick in some poor girl’s face.”
He laughs. “You should try it.”
“No way would he do it,” Quinton says from the chair, his attention focused on the hockey game.
“More like no way would you do it,” I shoot back, giving him a pointed look.
“Hey, the ladies like their dark men thick,” he says, rubbing his hand over his not-that-thick belly. “Trust me, I don’t need to dance at bachelorette parties to get the goods.”
“You’re both pathetic,” I say. “I would have thought that our days of university were behind"