THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE
Room 8 passed by in a blur as I focused on my destination: room 9.
As I reached room 9, my heart raced with anticipation. I turned the doorknob and gently pushed the door open. Inside, Rocco greeted me with a smile, his mouth slightly agape. He stood there, clad in only a towel, his hairy chest exposed.
Closing the door behind me, I stepped further into the room, my gaze fixed on Rocco. The dim lighting cast a seductive ambience, intensifying the tension that crackled between us. It was a delicate dance, a play of power and manipulation.
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