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Alpha Erotic MFM/FF/MM Menage.
Dara convinces Zoe to go straight, and it doesn't go as planned.
EXCERPT:
Thanks. I bolt out of the chair. "What. The. @uck? What was fun?" I ask, though I have a sinking suspicion as to what he's talking about.
Apparently Dara is confused too. "Wait, Darrell. You said you'd forgiven Zoe. That a little—and I quote—Ê»make up sexʼ, was all that was needed."
Darrell nods somewhat happily but he's not here with me. His eyes are indifferent pools of liquid chocolate. Like we're all talking about the weather instead of the fact he just got a lubed smoothie to go.
Courtesy of me.
I peg my hands on my hips.
His hands fly out to his side. "Listen—girls. It's cool. Your girl Dar calls me up and says, hey, Zoe needs the beef injection. And—I'm your man," he finishes, thumb to chest.
"Beef @ucking Injection?!" I scream.
Darrell smirks, pleased by his clever lingo.
Eyeing his @ick, I fantasize about jerking it off his body.
He sees my expression.
"You call anytime you want a @ick in the hole and I'll come running." He winks. "That is, if it's not already somewhere else."
Short story length.
Darrell's has a new game plan... he refuses to be the icing on her man cake.
Dara convinces Zoe to go straight, and it doesn't go as planned.
EXCERPT:
Thanks. I bolt out of the chair. "What. The. @uck? What was fun?" I ask, though I have a sinking suspicion as to what he's talking about.
Apparently Dara is confused too. "Wait, Darrell. You said you'd forgiven Zoe. That a little—and I quote—Ê»make up sexʼ, was all that was needed."
Darrell nods somewhat happily but he's not here with me. His eyes are indifferent pools of liquid chocolate. Like we're all talking about the weather instead of the fact he just got a lubed smoothie to go.
Courtesy of me.
I peg my hands on my hips.
His hands fly out to his side. "Listen—girls. It's cool. Your girl Dar calls me up and says, hey, Zoe needs the beef injection. And—I'm your man," he finishes, thumb to chest.
"Beef @ucking Injection?!" I scream.
Darrell smirks, pleased by his clever lingo.
Eyeing his @ick, I fantasize about jerking it off his body.
He sees my expression.
"You call anytime you want a @ick in the hole and I'll come running." He winks. "That is, if it's not already somewhere else."
Short story length.
