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PRIZE COUNTER GIRL ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵
ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＦＯＵＲ " I WANNA WATCH "
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No, Michael.
Don't fucking do it.
But it was already too late. As much as the guilt had already emptied his throat, Michael's urge to respond gripped his stomach like hunger for the unattainable. Warning himself to step away from this was fairly useless. He'll forever get swept under your tide that he allows himself to chase to, even if he's acutely aware of losing control.
Hell, if temptation were a person it would be you.
Michael contemplated. If you had been catering to other perverted customers over the phone, how the hell was Mike Shmidt the go-to choice? It may have felt nerve-wrecking at first, rereading that sudden text an infinite amount of times. But it also felt very vaunting to know that he was the only man lingering in the back of your mind during the training session, impatient to get off with him on a steamy video call for the first time.
