P1: Striker slides his dick out.
P2: Striker, out of breath, wipes away his sweat.
STRIKER: That was... goddamn, I needed that.
P3: Glam sits up and rubs his chest, smiling up at him.
GLAM: That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, can you give me something that "I" need?
STRIKER: Of course. What do you want me to--?
P4: Glam gets up and walks off.
STRIKER: Wait, where are you going? I thought we were going for another round?
GLAM: Oh, we are.
TheUnknown
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