Mr. Fly was already there, waiting by the window, wit his big cock in his hand. The air between them tightened—every glance, every make a promise neither dared to speak aloud.
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Mr. Fly was already there, waiting by the window, wit his big cock in his hand. The air between them tightened—every glance, every make a promise neither dared to speak aloud.
