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It felt surreal, being here, about to make good on the deal we’d struck.
I was only nineteen, but I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t afraid to ask for it.
Raphael, my friend’s thirty-one-year-old uncle, had lost our bet, and now he was going to fulfill my deepest desire.
I’d been bold, maybe even reckless, when I’d told him exactly what I wanted: for him to go down on me, to suck me, to eat my pussy, and to fuck me until I couldn’t think straight.
His reaction had been one of intrigued surprise, and now here I was, standing at his doorstep, ready to collect.