7 Hooters at the End of the World

When I woke the sun had moved to shine onto the mattress where I lay. And the two women were gone. My clothes were by me on the floor, though, so I was reassured. I put them on over the sheen of sex juices coating my body. I raked my fingers through my musky smelling beard. I may have resembled a billy goat just then. I sensed a warm tendril of horniness stirring in my loins. My nostrils flared. I wondered where the women were.

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