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The hotel room door slams. He grabs the skin between her last rib and hipbone with one hand and disrobes her with the other. She slams him against the wall and reaches into his overpriced slacks.
Turning around she puts it where she thinks he‘ll like it best. One pump, two pump, three. “Yeah Mama!”
“That’ll be $450.00, Speedy.”
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