‘Harry’‘Harry, wake up’‘Shit whossamatter with you’ he turned to face her and opened his eyes groggy with sleep to face the girl standing over him as clothed as Eve. What was her name again? , Violet, Rose, some flower ? hername could be Chrysanthemum for all he cared. All broads were for screwing; So what the fuck was he doing with her name. Last night, she had looked desirable with her bazookas but now, looking at the tit-flesh that had turned him on before;he felt like gagging.‘Can’t a guy have some peace and quiet, whaddya want ?’, he whined and sat up to look at Violet, Chrysanthemum or whatever her name was with disinterested eyes. ‘Ain’t you itching for some lovely loving now, I’m in the mood’ she purred reaching for his zipper but he brushed her hand off and said ‘You are, I ain’t’. Undaunted painted nails laced his chest , ‘But, Harry…&h
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