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"How do you say "beautiful boobies" in Turkish? "Lawrence asks Hunter, studying him as if he were a kind of God of perversion.I said more than once that it would be a bad idea to come to the Hooters Hotel and Casino, but, having as company three people who do not make the slightest point of hiding the obsession with the female sex, I was forced to agree to make our first stop at the place where the waitresses parade in short and tight clothes to earn the night's commission.An undeniable fact about Las Vegas is that it is always very easy to be dazzled. Hotels and casinos may seem to tourist eyes like large shopping malls, whose specialty is to sell limited objects and souvenirs. But the more comfortable the environment becomes, the more you spend on slots spread over almost every floor.The Hooters lobby is entirely reserved for games. Slot machines, poker tables, automatic roulette, among others. It is always very easy to feel stimulated by the celebration of others and the loud mu
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The subject is no longer important when the waitress walks to us with the tray full. Just as she did while writing down our order, she details about each sauce and accompaniment of the fried wings, breaded seafood, and cheese balls. When she is about to return to no matter what hell a woman like this can come from, my brother thanks her in the Turkish dialect and ends with the blessed words that Hunter taught.To my joy, the silicone blonde closes her face and moves away quickly. Either she doesn't have the same cold blood as her colleagues in putting up with the cheeky flirtations of customers, or Hunter may have taught an unforgivable swearing. Anyway, it's wonderful to know that such a woman has an advanced intellect."Well done" cantarolo with satisfaction. Next to me, Hunter doesn't even move, pretending total innocence.Lawrence makes a vulgar gesture with his hand."Maybe she's a lesbian.”Penelope doesn't seem to find it too funny in the comparison, but she is pleased not to h
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My tattoo between the thighs awakens with the touch of Hunter's fingers, and when the cart under us leans towards the first descent of the intense roller coaster, my air disappears. The wind whistles through our hair, the voices behind us become sighs loaded with expectation, but still, my senses scream for the lethal exploitation of his fingers, sliding from my skin to my panties.It takes a second for everything to happen, and I take it to decide that I don't care. I don't care about anything but the attention that the man next to me is offering me. It's not about business tonight, just fun.Still on the thin and lacy fabric, Hunter presses that point at the apex between my legs, separating the lips from my intimacy with the pressure of the middle finger, and thus, with a gasp that escapes from the bottom of my throat, the world runs at full speed by the impulse taken by the toy putting itself in motion, and we fall.I don't know if I end up screaming or moaning, but the friction of
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The breath escapes through my lips, and the blood rises to my face, leaving it flushed and warm. My vision crepts, as well as my body, shaking around the ecstasy that flows and drowns my consciousness. The reflection of pleasure in my swollen intimacy makes me shake hands, and one of them is still on Hunter, squeezing more and more as the toy slides through the dark tunnel and returns to its starting point. I shudder, relieved, and still wishing for more.I open my eyes when the sounds of the boarding platform for the toy become deafening, echoed by screams and conversations of the next in line, and the tunnel lights go off at once. I wipe the last tears with one hand and turn to Hunter before pulling the hand that is on him. But I regret looking down, and not at your face, because I realize where my hand was, what I thought was your thigh, and what rises below it.I blush even more, holding the dull laughter and the shame that hits me hard. An ad on our foreheads would be much less e
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I waste precious time looking at my cell phone and Tony's messages informing the activities of the day in the company, as I instructed him to do, and as soon as I close the door, I break into a pilaster in the narrow corridor of the house.Not a real pilaster, but the man who plants himself in the way like a pilaster and does not make the slightest effort to get out of my way. Hunter has his arms crossed, looking at me from above. Your cane rests on the wall, completely forgotten.“What do you want? "I ask, keeping my cell phone."Remember you that we will sleep in the same bed," he replies, seriously.I frown my eyebrows."Who said that? Let's sleep in the same room. You sleep on the floor.”Hunter's expression is slightly debauched, but he doesn't say anything, instead, he stretches one of his hands and pushes my stomach lightly. He pushes me until he makes me turn and hit my back on the wall, and as if by reflection, I raise the unicorn between us. Hunter carefully takes it by my h
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"My mother knows! "I'll soon tell Hunter, intercepting him as soon as he enters my room, distracted and holding my plush.He looks at me with suspicion and turns his attention to Penelope, sitting on the edge of the bed. We hardly had the courage to stay inside the house knowing that my mother would be somewhere diluting her poison, but the dawn outside would not allow us to go out in search of a hotel, even in Vegas. Fatigue, both physical and psychological, had also prevented us from acting recklessly.“She know what? “Hunter asks.I roll my eyes and hit my forehead. What else would I be talking about?“About our wedding!”Hunter releases the air he seemed to keep, clearly less distressed. When he notices the question forming on my face, he takes the trouble to look upset."How did she find out?”"Suzy forgot to warn me not to put the name of Dean's asshole on the wedding spreadsheet," grumbles Penelope, throwing the invitation in the air. "We were so stupid that it hurts.”"doesn't
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Anyway, it's up to me to look away, although your tone of challenge makes me get closer and jump to try to punch your face. He obviously deviates and holds me by the wrists. I'm dragged closer and kicked. With one arm around my waist, he glues his body to mine, touching his skin to my clothes. Suddenly, the fabric looks too thin, and I can accurately say the thickness and temperature of each inch of your body."You will still get into trouble with this habit of not accepting to be opposed to it, Suzy," he comments, ignoring my effort to keep a distance.I stop, trying to blow my hair off my face."And you, for continuing to think you have the right to touch someone without permission "I grumble, pushing your leg against your bandaged knee.The effect is as good as expected. Hunter lets me go and screams, grabbing his knee with both hands, he loses his balance on the other bandaged leg and almost falls, but can hold on to the back of the chair. For a moment, I feel guilty, but the guil
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At the top of the staggering wooden staircase, muffled voices reach me "acute, squeaky sounds, followed by grunts asking for silence. I prepare for whatever surprise it made Penelope drag me out of the house and take me to a three-story event hall.My friend spared herself in not saying anything halfway by car, and in the other half, as we walked along the hot and empty sidewalk, she only remembered that my pot shower would happen this afternoon. When I asked the reason why Hunter wasn't summoned to what I imagined to be a small pre-wedding party, Penelope just said he would be too busy with "boy things".It terrified me even more.Allowing my family to surround him during breakfast had already been a sacrifice. Not that I fear the poison expelled in every provocation of my older brother or my mother. Hunter had a tolerance for indirects that differed a lot from my absorption of offenses. But even if they take your attention talking about favorite games and places in the world, I'm su
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