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Austin

"UNNNNGGH," comes the lewd moan of Melissa as she closes her eyes and pants. She's feeling my finger rub roughly against the nub of her clit, pressing down on it and squirming, making her mind blow up.

Yeah, I fucking know what I'm doing to her. I'm getting her wetter than she was just a second ago.

The pleasure that I'm sending through her makes her arch her head. Her skirt and thong are lying on the floor of the private booth that we're in.

But the other two girls to the right and left of her take a moment to bring their faces lower.

That's Josie on the right. And Lisa on the left.

Josie sticks her tongue out and licks up my shaft. Lisa sticks her tongue out too, but she runs it lightly over the underside of my head and then on my slit.

"Fucking Christ, Josie," I say, throwing my head back. "That feels fucking good."

"Good, because that was me," Lisa says. I look down at her. She's giving me her sexiest stare. She's still wearing her bra, but fuck that. I'm not sure I want to fuck her just yet, especially w

hile her lips are wrapped around the tip of my cock and she begins to bob her head back and forth.

My hands have retracted from Melissa's clit and she's now mewling and sucking on my balls along with Josie.

I watch as the two of them find their mouths coming closer together near my nuts.

Before I know it, their tongues are playing with each other; their hands are caressing each other, and they're sharing a kiss.

God, that's so fucking hot. I mean, the whole girl-on-girl thing is hot too, sure.

But just the raw sexual nature of what's going on in here.

Outside, these women are prim and proper. Josie is a fucking lawyer for Kane Price. She does contracts and litigation all fucking day. Melissa is a nurse practitioner at NYU Langone Hospital. And Lisa is a Professor.

But they made the trip out here to Queens, to come to Python—my club. And they followed directions. They left their inhibitions at the fucking door.

They drank the tequila shots from the crotches of my ripped waiters. They danced. And they fucking had a good time.

So it's no surprise that when I walked into the club for the night, I saw the three of them and I knew I needed to at least go say hello.

Oh, fuck.

Where the hell are my own manners?

So, I actually know who you are. I knew who you were when you downloaded the book based on the device data that you're using. Don't ask me to fucking explain that; it's too complicated.

And you actually know who I am too, darlin. Well, unless you live under a fucking rock I guess.


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