How had we managed to get out of the jeans that fast? A piece of jean cloth floated by me. Hurry, Richard said, and there was strain in that one word. There was a crowd starting at the door to the club. I wasn't even sure dry cleaning could save it.
Never let people see what really scares you, they may use it against you later. Jean-Claude's blood thirst was quenched but there were other hungers. I leaned my upper body forward, and angled my hips, and I fucked him, as hard and as fast, as I could. I was sorry that it bothered him, but I hadn't crawled into this bed for just sex.
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