The Rebirth of a Playboy
Once a Playboy always a Playboy
Tyrell lies on the milking table, his body glistening with sweat as Lena gently wipes him down with a soft cloth. The room is filled with the scent of lavender and jasmine, a calming yet intoxicating aroma that lingers in the air. Debra and Frances stand nearby, their eyes locked on Tyrell, waiting for his next move. "Alright, big boy," Lena purrs, leaning in close to his ear. "What do you want to do now? We can keep goin...