TWELVE
At seven on the dot, Xan heard splashing. "Don't you own any pants?" she shouted.
Good thing there were no guests left at the hotel to see, what with them being officially closed for the week and all. Not like that had ever stopped him before.
Jay merely grinned and waved as he stroked his way across the lagoon on his back. Even with his bits on display, Xan couldn't take her eyes off him. What unfeeling deity wrapped the quintessential wanker in such perfect packaging?
One look and she craved bacon. The taste of salt from the sizzling hot flesh on her tongue...not the bowl of cardboard cereal currently sitting on the bench, waiting patiently for its milk.
Maybe it was time to cave to the pressure and buy herself some s*x toys from one of the online shops. Watching him every m
