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name?" I
asked as we ascended swiftly into the air.
"Kontar," he answered, "Kontar isem Taurid."
"Mine's Brad Carson," I replied.
The antigravity vehicle continued rising, soaring in one smooth
motion from the parking lot of the bar to the roof of the Amfac
Hotel, less than four blocks away. Within a minute of leaving
the parking lot, we were setting down in the heliport on the
hotel's roof. We took the elevator down to one of the penthouse
suites.
Our hands were all over each other as soon as we had entered the
luxurious suite. He removed my suit coat and tie and undid the
buttons of my shirt while I merely had to unfasten the clasp of
his golden cape. He removed my shoes and undid my pants while I
slid his loin cloth down over his legs. Our cocks sprang free to
point at each other. It is a standard joke about porn writing
that everyone has a twelve-inch cock, something very rare among
humans. But here at last was the reality: his twelve incher
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