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The secretary_s vacationThe sound of jazz coming down the sheet mixed with the more erotic music from the various strip parlors to lend that exclusively Creole atmosphere to the Crawfish Etouffee. The courtyard was crowded with couples and singles, all getting themselves fortified for a night of rowdy celebration. Sheri leaned back in her chair and inhaled deeply of the moist air as the breeze filtered through the ancient buildings around the courtyard. The drink she had before dinner had left her glowing inside. The memory of the fucks earlier in the day sent a rippling sensation of pleasure through her body. She had decided to accept her physical desires. Why should she punish herself because of one no-good musician? Besides, there could be no way she would be hurt by anything that happened down here. She didn't expect any involvement with any of the men. They were only cocks that happened to be available. Three days from now she would be gone back home, never to ever see them again. Why not get in a few good, innocent fucks? That's what Mardi Gras was all about, wasn't it? She thrust her tits against the blouse, aware of the eyes of a dozen men on them ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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