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Gio: Oh jeez—stop reminding me. Maybe after I fuck you against your living window.

Austin: Oooooo

Gio: Bare ass pressed against the glass. Mmmm…

Austin: Oh, you’re confident today

Gio: I’m full of adrenaline—just got done working out.

Austin: Alright. Keep talking.

Gio: Fine. Picture this: your bare ass pressed against the glass, my hands on your hips, and your moans echoing through the room.

Austin: Uh huh…

Austin: Then what?

Gio: Then I’d turn you around, lift you up, and make sure the neighbors in the other building get a full show.

Austin: My neighbors would probably call the cops.

Gio: Not my problem.

Gio: It’s always been my fantasy to fuck in a spot where people can see but unable to identify me.

Austin: Oh. Bit of a exhibitionist fetish have you? You’ve got my full attention….

Gio: Enough to leave work early?

Austin: Not a chance.

Gio: My mouth on your neck, my hands sliding down your waist, gripping your hips. Every move designed to make you beg for more…

Austin: I don’t beg.

Gio: Yes you do.

Austin: Fine, I do. But so do you.

Gio: I like begging. It gives you the false sense of being in control.

Austin: I swear, the ego on you is unreal.

Gio: Says the woman who was practically drooling watching me in the goal box last night.

Austin: I wasn’t drooling.

Gio: Sure you weren’t.

Austin: Fine, maybe I was a little. You’re hard to ignore when you’re in your zone.

Gio: Go on. Daddy is listening.

Gio: Tell me more about how hot I looked out there.

Austin: Sofucking hot…

Austin: I was squirming in my seat and couldn’t wait to get back to your place and tear your clothes off.

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