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Oh. My. God. There was an Atlan kneeling before me. A beast. I glanced up at the camera, saw the red light on top of it still glowing, which meant he was kneeling before me on live TV.
Not just any Atlan, but Bahre, the one Ellen, Susan, and I had been talking about just a little while ago. Up close… very up close, he was bigger than ever. More handsome. Dark hair fell over his forehead. His shoulders were so broad I wondered if he could fit through a doorframe without turning sideways. He was all muscle, corded and thick. His dark shirt hugged his torso. He exuded testosterone or pheromones or some kind of invisible scent that had my n*****s going hard.
On live TV.
While my panties didn’t actually go up in flames, they were certainly wet. On camera. In front of every TV in Mi
