My First Threesome Awakening: The Massage Room Surrender in Barcelona
The massage room in that Barcelona hotel. Dim lights. Oriental scents. My heart hammered as Éliana led us in. François beside me, tense. I knew this was it. No turning back. I’d hidden my wild side too long. Prude lawyer by day. But inside? Burning. Éliana smiled, all Latina fire. ‘¡Hola Don François!’ He froze,…