ayla

ayla had gotten back from a dinner date when she lazily drug her feet through the apartment. she pushed a cigarette in between her lips before sliding her heels off carefully, padding her pedicured bare feet further into the kitchen. her body was clad in a low waisted skirt, black sheer tights, and an off the shoulder lacy top. but vincent had brought his closest friend, his best friend, kavo. they were both the same height, build, tantalizing. and they both wanted ayla. ayla slowly peeled her top off before walking into her bedroom.

he was leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom, watching her intently. his eyes darkened as he took in her half-naked form. kavo was standing beside him, mirroring his posture and expression. they both stepped into the room silently, closing the door behind them. "good evening, princess." vincent replied softly, his voice laced with his thick accent. kavo nodded his head, his eyes lingering on her exposed neck and shoulders. "how was your dinner date?" kavo asked, his voice low and husky.

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