Ethan
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A Formula 1 driver got nothing on me as I drove, pressing my accelerator like I had spare life in my trunk.
Within two hours and thirty minutes, I arrived home, parking the car in the garage.
Stepping out, I arranged my dress shirt and headed inside the door.
I had one goal. To have my c**k suck. I had to move to my room, take a shower, and find Victoria.
But she found me first. Victoria was standing in the kitchen, gulping water.
“You’re back,” she said, her soft smile visible under the yellow light of the kitchen.
I flashed her a smile.
She stared at the time. “You came earlier than I expected,” she said, her voice teasing.
“Well, you know how to hasten a man,” I said, watching her as she approached me.
She stared around for a moment. When she was sure no one was
