Red Night

de bit h

inf

d, but it was obv

ew you cou

th motion with the huge

ome lubricant. I'

well what it was like and yet he did it an

together but she didn't want to see

now. Then something had happened in her path, something terribl

e vibrator back in her asshole, no, he inserted it in

ned with pleas

g to stop there, q

l it went as far as he could, then changed to two fingers, a

gh the other hole. He threw his head back as he took hold of his bl

d witnessed sodomy; she'd never

done it. They'd never

never had the idea of anal fucks crossed

ost intimate and incredible of pleasu

he g

. How could she not be in the presence of this erotic, almost pornographic scene, and above all

he was, Marion doubted it. He clearly showed the air of someone who repressed nothing. If he real

, he was only bisexual,

g behind his blonde boinking her ass, it was perfect

eriencing al

ator like her, because her friend was right: seeing was al

t on the floor to press against his blonde as ardently as possible, he

ught she could feel the pain mixed with p

then that one of the men came up to him an

iend who, like her, was deeply immersed in the spectacle and had already

u scared me, wh

first and could only point

ded, aren't you? You know there

't. But Marion just couldn't admit it t

etween knowing and seeing, Grac

r feminine instinct that perhaps it wasn't ultimately to do with th

iden

that her gaze never wavered from the man wit

, "only of the man

lausible, given that masks were very good a

same, either from the tattoo or

lanation. Or perhap

ad had these moments of incom

ear them. Now it's just the opposite. What an assho

ightly tender. So her best friend

wrong," Grace remarked, look

n?" questioned M

ers, or capable of being lovers.

you thi

other a deep affection, which is totally inc

them?" inquired Marion,

it's not possible, t

because she knew her well, well enough to know that she confi

lected, th

them, but if they refuse, well, I won'

tell

ever had

kly changed

I'll have you know

st out l

hat has anything

and no, it wasn

O

t this man who, according to Grace, had to

tried to ho

all! B

ion found hard to describe but w

sh to continue, there's still

icial smile, he left the room, lea

s that literally lit up their bodies, like the time when the two men tied a woman's wrists to the bed rail before lifting her up, one grabbi

alled Charles on the spot and show

ime, darling", her lover promised,

hs together, biting her lips, but when the tr

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orite club, a highly reputable private club run by a

ak-up eight years ago, but by tacit

chat, if possible, with Brad, no, it was also to talk about this person they'd once had in comm

cocktail, then waited for her friend, always very busy with his customers and al

iful as ever," he said, t

y as you." she replied, blowing him a light kiss. Brad was

rred men. In other words,

up on the Internet and started warming up. She ordered lubricant online and inserted her fingers. No, only one finger. Two fingers were stil

what's the ne

that I've been pra

s mischievous expression

that

e to an erotic s

nd

nfess I e

igued Brad, as did his

eeling that there's someth

ted before

he show. He was even o

who she was talking about, but hi

you mean

eal for her that she hadn't quite managed to overcome yet. But how surprised she was when

, then who was it?

vor.

Marion nod

there and was one of the p

d he was ev

ha

believe what h

tattoos! That'

And besides, he's

w long were

month

s

w no, th

, bu

now, just out

shr

hates tattoos because of his abusive stepfather who beat his mother. He's the one who drove h

er liked that

rug from h

e with the death of her older brother and she probably g

under