Rhys lay with his breathing ragged. Sweat was pouring all over his body, and his appearance looked so messy. The man paused for a moment as he stared at the white liquid in his hand. "Damn," he muttered under his breath.
After a moment of silence, Rhys decided to get up and go to the bathroom. He had to clear his mind, which was currently filled with dirty thoughts. The sound from the next room was too clear, to the point that it reached Rhys' ears, and it made him unable to stop his brain from thinking dirty thoughts.
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