Just as he was about to take another step forward, Rayne stopped when he heard Aleksander, smirking faintly and tilting his head to the side. "No. I don't think you're a slut. You're just an attractive man that likes a little excitement in the bedroom. Although it depends. I can be a whore myself when I'm being fucked, or fucking someone else, but when it's over it's all just a role I play." Rayne explained, not being completely definitive although expressing how he thought the word entailed.
"You aren't a slut by definition. But you surely can be for me if you'd like." Rayne said, no smile playing across his lips, although his eyes still held something within them. A hunger, a need, a craving for the male that his scent drew out of him, as well as his over sensitive cock.
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~Ernest Gaines
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