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Chapter 92

“I bet you felt so fine,” Anton whispered, tracing August’s jaw with his shoe. “So, fucking tight and hot. I bet you made him feel like a superstar, didn’t you?”

In a sudden burst of energy, Anton spread his legs and yanked August up by the shoulders. He dragged August closer, shifting himself lower on the seat to lean August’s weight against his body. Then he began sliding his hands over August’s back and ass, arms and shoulders. “Small, small, small,” he chuckled. “Small and hard.” He wrapped one palm over August’s ass cheek and squeezed it with all the strength he could manage.