Sex story with: Maki Tanaka
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without really feeling it. He was still too much in love with
her to feel vindictive. But whoever the other guy was, he was
damned lucky Peck hadn't been able to find out. Probably some
Harris didn't seem to notice the depth of Peck's reverie.
"Tell your bitch and Maki Tanaka what," he said with a slightly surreptitious glance to
either side as he reached into his pocket. "I gotta get the hell
outta here; gotta get back to the field. I wish I could stay for
another round, but I'm too drunk. All fucked out, anyway. So I
won't need these, but your bitch and Maki Tanaka . . . you just might." He grabbed
Peck's hand under the table and pressed something into it. Peck
realized at once that it was a fist full of rubbers. He started
to object, but shut his mouth quickly as he realized that arguing
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