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As I fell asleep that night, the blond spy invaded my thoughts again, and my cock hardened despite my lingering headache. It'd been like that every night for the past week. Random images from our night together came to me when my guard was down β when I was too tired to fight them off. I kept recalling the tight clasp of her pussy, the cries that escaped her throat as I fucked her, the way she smelled, the way she tastedβ¦ It'd gotten so bad I had considered getting a hooker, but for some reason, the idea didn't appeal to me.
I didn't just want sex. I wanted sex with her.
Furious at myself, I got up, grabbed my crutches, and hobbled to the bathroom to jerk off again.
If all went well, tomorrow we'd be back to the Estate, and this chapter of my life would be over.
Maybe then I'd be able to forget Milan Vladimir once and for all.
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