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Chapter 171 by ArthurBalfour ArthurBalfour

Rock, Paper, or Scissors?

Paper

"FUCKING HELL!" Amy nearly brought the roof down on us. "Miguel, we're on the floor."

"Well done Ian!" Rachel cheered. Talia and Elizabeth pressed themselves on either side of me as I faced off against Simon. He'd beaten Corrine, so this was for the bed.

The feeling of both women had my head swimming. There was no way to predict what might happen.

Rock, paper, or scissors?

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