Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
And then I see them.
A wall. Not brick, not wood…..flesh.
Holes cut into the drywall at waist height, maybe twenty of them, each one framed by bare thighs, asses pushed out like an offering. Every shape, every color….pale as milk, dark as espresso, some marked with ink, others smooth as silk. A few of them shift, hips rolling slow, like they can feel me looking. My mouth goes dry.
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
Cory claps me on the back, hard enough to jolt me forward. “Told you you’d like it.”
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