Enrique is about to fuck me up against the wall of a bathroom stall. Right here inside the club, sequestered in our enclave, the most unseemly of all my haunts.

His cock is solid, and so very thick. His dark nipples are like candy in my lipstick-smeared mouth. He grabs my hair, pulls it hard. I feel a momentary ripple of fear: I barely know him.
‘I am yours, make me yours,’ he whispers, and I am soothed.

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