Last Call
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When Kristen finds herself alone on Valentine’s Day, she has two bad options—stay at home alone or tag along on a friend’s date. She decides to choose Door Number Three: going to a pub for some basketball and beer. But when she proposes a bold bar bet, will she go home with a fistful of cash...or have to settle the score in the most erotic of ways?
From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. Last Call is a 7,100 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.
Warning: Last Call contains ill-advised trash talk, lusty logistics, and an awkward reunion.
(basketball, bet sex, cheating, infidelity, gambling sex, gang, holiday sex stories, hotwife, bar, bathroom, stranger, sports, valentines day sex stories)
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Par autoru
Where does good sex begin?
Between the ears, of course!
That's why I work hard to write erotica that stimulates the largest sex organ we have--the mind--because when we're titillated upstairs, the nether region is sure to follow.
Want to get hot and horny upstairs and downstairs? Check out my erotic stories.
Kiki Wellington. Literary Flesh Peddler. Intelligent Freak.
www.sexwithkiki.com
