Dirty Talk (l.s.)

Dirty Talk (l.s.)

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida mié, sep 13, 20238h 9m
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"Can I buy you a drink?" The man looked up from his phone, but not at Louis. He stared straight ahead of him, slowly smiling to himself. "You can, but it won't mean anything," his voice was silky and deep like his cleavage, Louis noticed. "It's a drink, how could it mean anything?" or businessman Louis and escort worker Harry meet at a corporate party and it all seems meaningless until it isn't
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"Stop," Harry whispered as the smaller man in front of him placed his soft delicate hands on either side of his head. Harry whimpered as he felt another body press his own. "Never..," there was a smirk in the older, shorter man's face, it made Harry's body tremble in delight. He knew it was wrong, he knew that if his family found out about this, they won't hesitate to lock him up. But he couldn't stop himself. Before he could drown himself in his own thoughts, the smaller man placed his chapped yet warm lips on Harry's. He moaned and visibly shivered causing the older man to chuckle. "L-Louis...," Harry moaned. Fuck! Weren't they supposed to be rivals?

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