The next morning, Diana woke up with her body still humming from the night before. Her fingers had not been enough. She wanted more. She wanted him. But she was not the type to run after a man. Instead, she smiled to herself and decided to play the game.
She chose her clothes carefully that day. A tight white tank top that hugged her full breasts and showed just a hint of cleavage. Short denim shorts that rode high on her thick thighs. No bra. Her dark n*****s pressed lightly against the thin fabric whenever the air moved. She let her hair fall loose and wild, and she added a touch of red lipstick that made her lips look soft and fuckable.
She stepped out of her apartment and headed for the shared gym in the basement. She knew he would be there. Men like him always worked out early.
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