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Chapter 18

Henri
I

know I’ve promised to party with her. I know I’ve vowed to be her hype man.
But, once she emerges from the bathroom looking sexy as fuck, all I want to
do is keep her in. My eyes feast as she twirls for me.
The second-skin denim leggings hug her ass better than all my wet dreams. My
skilled eyes quickly deduce she is wearing a thong. Her well-oiled back and torso
glitters slightly.
I point. “Did you use…”
“Body shimmer? Yes, I did.” I bite the inside of my cheek. Her white crop top
frames her breasts deliciously and I fight the urge to motorboat them. It wraps over
her breasts and travel over her sides to tie in the back. “Can you do the honors?”

I grab the straps and suffer a real-life crisis. If I pull it apart, I will see the goodies
below and probably make her feel weird. If I tie it, I will continue to be her trusted
confidant. The latter option wins much to my dick’s chagrin. I feel her hair –
fascinated.
“These are the bundles, as you called them?” I smirk to myself remembering
the crash course in hair extensions. She nods and shakes her head like she’s doing a
hair commercial. I’m amazed with how real it looks. “Nice.”
Sanya faces me and smiles with her hands on her hips. “What do you think?”
I take one more look. Her smoky eyes and red lips. The flat, knee-high boots
for dancing. Her tight as sin pants. Ample cleavage. A belly ring…wait.
“When did you get your belly pierced?” She looks down absently as if
forgetting it was there.
“In college. This will be its first time out in years.” “Is that your only piercing?”