This is a short story, as told in first perspective, about a man who was having the time of his life one night without knowing he’s screwed all over again. Call him Onyx and you’ll know how he got screwed by reading the following texts.

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Our panting intensified as we took the final chapter of our ride. Her body was such a divine eternity drenched in sweat. Skin as flawless as paper. Curve of her hips almost in perfection. Two nipples as big as cherries. This girl was hot! Nailing me in her bed with great satisfaction. Burning my agonies one-by-one.

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