The Love of Money I – Chapter 45: What’s Worse than Death?
I hadn’t been able to resist Carla. The woman was the product of good genes and some of humanity’s finest work in cosmetic surgery. Leaning over the table we ate at to give me a beautiful look down that expensive dress, I could almost see her navel. I might have been able to if it hadn’t been for the fact that her eyes weren’t so damn beautiful, made even more so by the way she’d perfectly applied just enough makeup to emphasize her already naturally beautiful assets. I was horny, mad at the world, and this succubus had taken full advantage of my vulnerable state. Insisting on checking Carla’s hotel room first didn’t kill the mood in the slightest. The pair of us waited just inside the door, and the bottle blonde took full advantage …
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