"Your services are no longer required, Leonard," I said, fastening my breeches.
"It's Leon," he replied sharply.
Out of the order of my eye, I saw him get off the bed and hastily grab his clothes from the floor. His dick was raging hard still and probably aching form release. Not my problem.
Do I really want to read a story where the hero is such a spoiled douchebag? Hm, maybe a little bit more, just to be more sure
— Feb 19, 2018 08:09AM
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