As
Lavender walked away, the woman named Ivory popped him on his behind. His
instinct was to always wonder if his wife, Milan, noticed, as she usually
checked things out from the office window of their swingers club. Normally, he
would give a look of warning to anyone who got fresh. But this time, being that
Milan was in Vegas, he looked back at Ivory and said, “You don’t love me, you
just love my doggie-style.”
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