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The scent of musk and anticipation hung heavy in the studio air. The musk was unavoidable—the set dressers sprayed it during every clean-up session to cover up the stink of the many sex scenes filmed in the room—but the anticipation was unusual. Surprised, Daniel sniffed again; he was roughly 86.3% sure that he wasn’t the source of that aroma.
He sure as hell could have been, though. Fuck, did he want this. He was slick and half hard just thinking about it.
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