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impossible to think with all the blood pooling in my painfully

as fuck. The ultimate temptation. My best friend's daughter, the woman I've been obs

o fuck her. I can't. It would be wrong on just about every level. There's no denying how badly I want to, though. God, just know

on this deflowering offer. "You know damn good and well you

ile that has me slight

king th

ou aren't going

mber the last time I was covered in this much precum. I haven't been able to touch another woman since my feelings for Sydney started to surface, and I realize now what a disadv

to play Go Fi

ushing her shoulders and her hard nipples poking through her thin shirt. A vivid memory of her rosy nipples poking against the

ets a set, the other has to t

a cherry popping?" "Yep," she

have to do

tter than any other person alive, an

cards out, "I may beat you without you throwing the game, which would have my plan backfiring. I wouldn't have stood a chance with poker, but, not to toot my own horn, I'm pre

ks those small hips against me. All I have to do is lose, I remind myself. Cards are what I'm good at. I've made it my life, and I've done pretty damn good. Now, all I have to do is throw the game, some

's been a long time since I've played this, but the rules come back to me quickly. I scan my cards, no

have any

er and hand her o

threes and says,

table next to me. I'm not too proud to admit that I do feel a smug sense of happiness when Sydney r

manages to tear her eyes from my pecs. I may be more than twic

I've always been able to remember what's been played, what hasn't been played yet, and wha

ghts," I give her a smug gr

my hand ache as my eyes run over her perky, full tits. Why the fuck didn't I ask her to take off a sock? Now I'm being tortured by the sight

brain is screaming, Sock! Pick sock, you idiot!, but the primal part of me, the part that she's so damn good at