Poison (Frerard)
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MatureComplete Wed, Nov 9, 20165h 47m
Every single one of Frank's exes only wanted him for his money. After his last breakup he swore off dating completely, deciding instead to have more promiscuous, non-commital relationships.
The classy sex club Inferno was his favorite, especially after he meets G, a red-haired stripper with a fine ass and a tongue like silver.
When their meet-ups become more and more about genuine companionship and less about sex, the tables turn on the both of them, changing their lives completely.
*rated mature for strong language, abuse (verbal/physical), sexual content (innuendos, legit sex, kinks), drug/alcohol use/abuse, & other explicit content*
**somewhat inspired by the song Poison by Groove Coverage**
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