Chapter 5

My hands were released. Then one of his palms fell to my stomach, lifted my T-shirt, and grazed my fuzzy navel and abs. The appendage dropped a little more south and touched the khaki-covered stiff cock between my thighs. “What do we have here, Paulo Santiago?”

“A very bad gator.”

“You think I can tame it?”

“Maybe. I’m not sure. It’s pretty wild.”

“What do you say I give it a try?” he inquired, squeezing the dick between my thighs, into our game, prepared to fully seduce me.

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Oliver always posed warnings for me. The warnings were detailed comments and steering mechanisms that influenced my decisions, particularly when it came to dating Floridian men. Opinions from the man were not limited and he used his freedom of speech to the nth degree. Not that I minded since I found him entertaining, easy to talk to, and quite the good friend.