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Slowly, the scoffs turned into hollow laughter that didn't reach anywhere near my heart because absolutely nothing about this situation was funny. "Damnit, Ryan! I'm so doomed for this. “Are you not okay with it?” The guy asked again. Of course I'm not okay, I accepted the role because I thought it was a lady …the thing is. “I'm a gay, and I'm hyper sexual!!”

It became higher and almost playful, with exaggerated gestures that completely threw her off. Rhea blinked in confusion. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “You’re gay?!” “Me? Gay? Uh, no, darling. I’m a woman, obviously,” he shot back with sass while rolling his eyes dramatically. Confirmed, she thought grimly. He’s definitely part of the rainbow community. Before she could say another word, the door burst open with a loud bang. An elderly man entered the room holding a knife, followed by a woman who struck a dramatic Darna pose with one hand raised and the other resting on her waist.

The man mountain is wearing black joggers that hang low enough to make my internal monologue slide to horny new places. His hair will be my downfall. Full undercut, long mohawk braided in a thick rope that hangs to the back of his thighs. It resembles a spine he tore out as a trophy. Tattooed runes crawl up the sides of his skull, curling behind his ears. I want to taste them. Down Frankie. It’s boiling in here now. I pull the scrunchie from my wrist and stretch up to tie my thick, annoyingly unruly curls back off my neck. The baby hair underneath is stuck to my neck sweat.

Fortunately. Even at a great distance from her, he still had a hold on her. The young woman shuddered as she sent him away still smiling with his mocking air... He surely had a sense of humor... Annabelle was surprised to smile. French fries? She laughed softly remembering her expression when she made this request. " Do you know if he is gay?" Annabelle turned around. It was Hailey. A good friend of Annabella's. He was gay. " Who was?" " The handsome man over there. I saw you guys talking from my binoculars. What's his name?"

His brows were furrowing now, “Harper. Those three are the most masculine men I have ever met. Besides you, of course. And guess what all those three have in common?” He said nothing. “So even if you were gay, I don’t think it would make you any less masculine. Ridiculous that we will be talking about this in Big 23, eh?” I added to lighten the mood knowing this was a sensitive subject for him due to his trauma. And when he laughed, I exhaled in relief, feeling more confident to continue. “But I don’t think you’re gay, or bisexual. You were still practically a teenager, and as a teenager the wind blowing with a little too much enthusiasm made my nipples hard and my pussy wet.”

This man was so good-tempered, much better than some man sitting in his office with a long face, and I was curious what such a courteous man really looked like. So I just looked back. To my surprise, he was looking with a smile on his face. His chestnut lazy curly hair was casually piled on his head and his large almond-shaped eyes were curved into two willow leaves. His skin was so well-managed that it made me, a girl, feel ashamed of myself. This guy had to be gay, right? Definitely, how would a normal guy go about using these skin care products? "Kid, I'm not in the mood to joke with you right now. That shitty hotel you're looking for is right here, so please leave me alone."

If not Lexy, there are a lot of girls who crawl into his bed just to have a taste of his mind-blowing orgasm skills. Marlyn is a guy who fancies dicks and not pussies. A reason why he and Lexy hit and became good buddies. He doesn’t look any bit of his personality because he is actually handsome with his Hispanic features. Fair skin, lean body, six-foot height, and manly gestures. Nobody would think he is gay, except for those who knew him already.

A man with long straight hair, blonde ,blue eyes, a literal image of a baby born from a mixture of Barbie and Tarzan. His big eyes, artistic face,soft features and bald jaw line gave him a more feminine look. Nevertheless everything in his body was a complete opposite of his feminine features. His dark outfits complimented his pale skin. The girls noticed his presence, a man that pretty much got them excited but unfortunately he rather went to a gay club. He is here for a reason. “Well, look who we have here”. He winked at Anthonio and brushed his hair to the back of his ear.

I don't even know what he said. “Ha? Can you repeat that again?” The old guy gave me a weird look then realized something. “Ibig…ay I mean… uhm, you, Aria?” He gestured his index finger to me. Ahh, now I get it. “Yes, I am Aria, and you are?” “Uh, Ansel, just Ansel, haha.” He laughed. Weird. “I'm your papa… you know? papa butler, hehe,” he confusely stated.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?