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“Oh fuck, yes …” he exclaimed, closing his eyes.

I kept rubbing, milking our cocks and driving us closer to the edge. Juri tensed up, threw his head to the other side, and contorted his face. He clung to the sofa, gasping for air, and ejaculated on his stomach. Breathing heavily, he stretched his neck and surrendered to the orgasm. Just seeing him broughtme to the edge too. My cock pulsed, my muscles tensed, and I ejaculated on him. The semen kept spurting out, making me tremble.

Eventually, my strength waned, and I slumped back. I glanced at Juri, breathing heavily. We were both still coming down, each in our own way, yet in that moment, I felt more connected to him than ever before.

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Juri

As I stood in my kitchen at home, cigarette in hand, staring at the toaster, I tried to ignore the stabbing headache. I hadn’t had such a bad hangover in a long time and I felt like crap.

Fuck! What the hell got into me? Why did I let that happen? Luca is hot. But it must have been the back room. It triggered something in me.

Noé had once called it my playground. Just as the stage was for him, these back rooms were my playground, where I enjoyed turning men’s heads.

But with Luca?

How could I so recklessly violate my principles? He wasn’t even a paying customer. And I don’t engage with someone like that.

In an instant, a sense of panic came over me.

Did I develop feelings for this guy?

Nonsense!

No, I didn’t fall in love or anything like that.

Wait … What?

Bullshit!

It was just lust. The moment was right.

I should indulge myself a bit more anyway.

Besides, I’ve never been in love, and love is taboo for me anyway. Despite my rule against falling for a client, it never became an issue. No one who wasn’t a client ever fell for me, either. In that regard, being an escort seemed like the perfect fit for me.

But Luca is not a client.

Argh!

The fact that my thoughts revolved around Luca ever since we jerked off in that back room was killing me—and was partly the reason for my hangover.

“Would you kiss me too?”he had asked.

Good Lord! Who could have said no to that? And then he sat there with a hard-on next to me! At least I didn’t kiss him and stayed strong.

Urgh … who am I kidding?

Before the ash fell, I tapped the cigarette over the sink and took a deep drag.

Fuck. I wonder what he thinks of me.I was the one who showed him that back room. Even if he only analyzed the facts a little, he should have figured out how I made my money.

But I don’t think he gets it.

Kind of cute.

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