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Chapter 10: Brixton's Sick LoveBrixtonI briefly glimpse the sparkle Harley used to fucking have when I look into her eyes. The one that drew me in the first time I saw her. It flashes briefly in her eyes before disappearing just as quickly. If I hadn't been fucking staring right into them, I might have missed it. I lean back and watch her shoot, noticing her eyes roll back as the intense rush hits her all at once. Her body settles against the back of the couch as her lids flutter in contentment and a smile curls along her painted lips. Taking advantage of her closed eyes, I adjust the uncomfortable bulge in my crotch, attempting to conceal the massive erection I'm sporting."You okay over there, little bird?" "I'm fucking great, B. All thanks to you."As she rolls the word off the tip of her tongue, she slurs, lust dripping from her voice. My cock twitches, and moisture seeps into the fabric of my shorts. She pulls her bottom lip in between her pearly white teeth as her eyes slowly
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