Jungles of AwanilChapter 8
Standing in the bedroom, Gavril was pulling down the sleeves of his jacket one last time as he tried to compose himself in the mirror. He heard the doorbell ring and knew that all good things must come to an end. The last 36 hours had been one of extremes — from memorization and drill to delicious debauchery. How a young lady of better society knew so much about great sex was a mystery that Gavril hoped would tease him for years to come. Being a boy-toy for a few hours had many worthwhile...