Fifty Shades Of Lovia
One brunette, curves like a Ferrari, in a scrap of red lace that barely covered her tits.
The other, blonde, slimmer, with legs that went on forever, draped in black fishnets and a thong that left nothing to imagination.
They straightened when I entered, eyes lighting up with that mix of fear and greed I loved. "Alejandro," the brunette purred, sliding off the couch. "We’ve been waiting."
I didn’t smile. Didn’t need to. "Names?"
"Valeria," the brunette said, stepping closer, her hand trailing down my chest.