Aborigen

When the cool desk hit his feet, Lesley knew the soft, warm hand would let him go. He’d tried to soak in all the pleasure he could from the beautiful woman’s touch. It had been so long since he’d seen a beautiful woman, someone who wasn’t trying to kill him. His body tingled at the contact, how her heat seeped into his arms and legs, the gentle grip that hugged him from head to toe. He could’ve used much more of that. That wasn’t what he thought he thought his porn studio experience would be like, he thought it would involve a lot more sex, beautiful women servicing him, moaning, fluids, sexual fluids. That’s what he thought he had fallen into when he won that lottery.