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I smiled at her apologetically and leaned even more heavily on Roberto’s arm as we descended the stairs to the lobby.

“I don’t really feel like any more opera – do you?” he asked.

I could feel his cum slowly dribbling down the inside of my thigh…

And all I wanted was for him to fill me up with more.

“No,” I said. “I want you to take me home and fuck my brains out.”

He grinned.“ThatI will happily do.”

He got the keys from the valet…

Helped me into the passenger seat…

And then drove us home to the Summit.

And then, as promised, he fucked my brains out –

Several times.

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Things were going absolutely amazing between us.

We got along incredibly well…

Our conversations were fascinating, hilarious, and emotionally deep…

And the sex was scorching hot.

The lovemaking was even better.

I was convinced I’d found the perfect man…

And that this was the perfect relationship.

Until I learned the truth, that is.

That’s when it all fell apart.

I returned one afternoon from running errands to find him pacing in my living room.

Roberto was neverchill,exactly, but he seemed unusually tense.

“Miss me?” I asked after we kissed.

“Of course. Everything okay at De Sade?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. Are you alright? You seem a little on edge.”

He hesitated.

“I have something I need to ask you.”

“Uh-oh,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “This sounds serious.”

“Actually, itisserious. Do you mind if we sit?”

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