| The sight of Tyson, close to naked, lounging on a big and comfortable looking chair had been enough to make him feel all hot and bothered. Everyone soon left and he could jump him � rather gracefully, he thought � , though he hadn�t even noticed Tomko was asleep.
Insisting hands, reaching, groping, were enough to wake the giant up. �Stop moving like that,� Christian muttered. �Chris �� �Tyson! Stop vibrating!� After some more annoyed comments, and Tyson�s haphazard explaining, Christian sat back and frowned. �What the fuck? You�re shivering.� Tyson glared at him. �That�s because the chair�s on vibrate, you asshole!� |
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