"Oh~? This certainly isn't my room." Zion murmured to himself as he walked down the halls of the hotel. He glanced at doors, knowing what could be behind it but still curious on what may be there. He couldn't resist a peek behind a door. He found a lavished bed room with a huge king sized bed, scarlet sheets that looked silky soft, plush red and
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"It's not your fault," said the sixty-year old man in a lustful voice. "Why don't you come over here and smear me with cream." He stuck out his tongue and waggled it, arching an eyebrow.
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