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She’ll be so proud when I tell her I skipped my father’s wedding reception to fuck a stranger in my hotel room.
“What kind of pillow talk are you looking for?” Holy fuck. Maybe I’m actually going to get lucky with this one and not have a night of mediocre, forgettable sex. “You know, the usual, vanilla stuff. Good girl, eyes on me, beg me, crawl to me, you can take it, I decide when you breathe.” He malfunctions for a second.
