Page 7 of Icy Cold Death

As he looked at his watch, his heart skipped in his chest.

God.

He didn’t want to let them go.

Maybe if he was more careful, and he told the ladies what was going on…

Maybe, just maybe, he could keep the sex going, or if he just picked one.

Man.

This was horrible.

No.

Saying goodbye to the ladies who gave him the only joy in his life did one thing.

It sucked.

* * * L I T T L E M O O N * * *

Not Far Away

Same Time

Meeting

Honestly, she wasn’t sure why he was asking her to meet him there. They often went ‘camping’, but this late?

It was weird.

Then again, maybe he was trying to be romantic. That would be nice because she was really attracted to him. She wanted this to never end.

So, because of his truly energetic dick, and how he made her feel, she’d meet him on the moon if he asked.

All she hoped was that he got her off a few times, and they could camp under the stars all he wanted.

That’s why she was dressed the way she was.

One didn’t show up to have sex with a hot man in sneakers and sweats.

No.

Not even close.

Here she was, traipsing around in her pretty clothes, high heels, and all these goddamn mosquitos to bounce on his dick.

Ehhhh, to each their own. If this got him off, so be it. She’d play along.

From the sounds of nature, she knew there was a body of water nearby.

It sounded pretty, romantic, and kinda sweet. This was a new side of him, and she liked it.

She was worried though.

If his wife found out, would he not show up?

Could she find her way back up the path to him? She likely should have worn sneakers, but men with big bank accounts didn’t make passes at girls in sneakers.

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