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I felt a stirring against the front of my body as I slowly regained consciousness. My eyes opened slowly to find I was still on the couch in my office, laid out on my side across its length. An arm and a leg were draped over a still-sleeping Senna, who was playing the little spoon. Her back pressed against my chest and my cock rested nestled between her asscheeks. It was almost pitch black as we cuddled under the light blanket, only the city lights streaming through my window providing any illumination.Senna’s heavy breathing indicated she was still in a deep sleep. Her thick, curly hair tickled my face and my hand lay gently on her flat stomach. It was cool in the room but we were sweating under the blanket from our combined body heat.As I took all of this in my cock stiffened in the crevasse of her ass. My hips moved involuntarily, ever so slightly, our sweat allowing my cock to slide easily along her asscrack.Senna’s breathing became lighter and she yawned. She was waking up too. Would she tell me to quit? Would she leave?No. As the realization of where she was and what was happening dawned on her, she backed her ass into me, inviting me to continue. My hand drifted up from her tummy to her chest and I lightly teased her nipple with my fingertip. She cooed approvingly.I slid my hand between us to reposition my cock, wanting to bury it between her thick thighs. She understood and lifted her leg, then brought it back down to squeeze my kaçak iddaa cock against the soft flesh of her inner legs. The top of my shaft rested against her pussy lips and the dried cum that caked it.I returned my hand to her tit and resumed my grinding. Her pussy began to moisten as the top of my shaft rubbed against it, mixing with our sweat to provide a nice lube. Senna toyed with her clit as I fucked her thighs.”This is hot…” she mumbled in a sleepy daze.”I’m gonna cum between your thighs,” I replied.”Yes…please,” she approved.The pace of my thrusting sped. I took her earlobe between my lips as I kneaded the flesh of her tit. She pressed harder against her clit as she massaged herself to orgasm.She climaxed quickly and her pussy juices ran down her legs to coat my cock, making it even slicker against her skin. I bucked hard against her as I pulled her hips into me.I groaned as I came. Some oozed between her thighs. Some sprayed across the floor as my cock peeked from between her legs.I left my cock nestled between her messy thighs as we both drifted back to sleep.***The next day was a Saturday. Senna and I woke early and, cleaning up as best we could, went our separate ways. I ordered a cleaning service for the mess on my rug.Sitting at the small table in my kitchen, I sipped a cup of coffee as I drafted my email to Suzanne at her Living Lust address. I detailed the events of the previous day and early morning, leaving out only kaçak bahis Senna’s identity. I hit send and went on with my day.After a workout, some grocery shopping, and a few other errands I sat at the same table to eat lunch. My phone dinged, indicating I had an email. It was from Suzanne.There was nothing in it except a link that said “Activate Account.” I clicked it and it opened my browser to the Living Lust page. My username was already set to my first and last name but I was prompted to make a password. I did and I was granted access to the site.A profile page popped up. It was my own. My name and the picture I used on some other social media sites headlined the top. Underneath this, my information was displayed in a list format. Among the data points were:Category: StudStatus: ProbationaryLevel: 0Specialties: UnknownIt seemed odd that a profile had already been filled out for me. I could only guess what it meant. But the last couple of items made my jaw drop in disbelief.Background Check: ClearedMedical History: ClearedHad they been able to get my medical records in a few hours? How? Wasn’t this a felony-level invasion of privacy? And what about the background check? Why?As if on cue a box popped up on my screen: “Suzanne wants to video chat.” I clicked “Allow”. Another window opened with Suzanne on the other end of the camera.Today she wore a black blouse with a deep “v” to draw attention to her ample cleavage. I could see she was illegal bahis sitting in an office, decorated with modernist taste. It looked expensive.”So, you had a good night?” Suzanne chimed.”Suzanne, what’s going on?” I said, confused and a little annoyed despite enjoying the view. “How do you have my medical records?””Oh, don’t worry,” she reassured me. “It’s just us doing our due diligence. That information stops with us and we take privacy very seriously, despite what it might look like. You’re clean, by the way.””But why the hell do you need it?” I shot back. I wasn’t one to call the police over anything that wasn’t an emergency but this seemed to meet those criteria.”If you’ll calm down for a sec,” she said, also annoyed, “I’ll explain what’s going on.”I was about to respond when I caught myself. I forced myself to relax. The more I knew about what Suzanne and her group were doing with my sensitive information, the better.”All right…” I reluctantly agreed, settling back in my chair.”Ok,” Suzanne started. “Simply put… well, do you remember what I told you about lust? How it’s a good thing if it’s used correctly?”I nodded.”It takes a specific kind of person to live that way,” she continued, “At least in terms of making it a lifestyle. Because of that, we need to be very selective about the people, especially men, we let into our network.””Is that what ‘Living Lust’ is?” I asked.”Yes, but the name’s not important. It’s the people in it and what we do.” She raised an eyebrow. “You following so far?””So far,” I said. It wasn’t that hard to understand now. This was a sex ring.”Good, because that’s about all I can tell you at this point.”
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