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The humid Ibiza air was thick with the scent of salt and spilled champagne, but for Tom, the only aroma that mattered was the sweet, sun-warmed skin of the two twenty-year-olds pressed against him on the private terrace, their whispers a promise of everything his 11-inch reputation demanded. Across the villa, Dan watched his best friend through the glass, a cigar smoldering between his fingers as he calculated which of the fresh-faced girls in the pool would be most grateful for his particular skills tonight. And in the center of it all, Wayne moved like a king through his own party house, his hand resting possessively on the lower back of a laughing nineteen-year-old, already leaning in close, chasing the forbidden scent that would decide if she stayed until morning.
The music wasn't just in the air; it was in the marble under Tom's bare feet, in the thrum of the pool lights, in the pulse at Chloe's throat as she stared at the sheer scale of it all. He stood on th
Tom, Dan, and Wayne were chilling at Wayne's private lounge in London. They were interviewing girls for waitresses at Wayne's Lounge. What they're actually doing is having a blowjob roulette, with gir
Tom's son Deacon just turned 18. Tom wants to throw a bachelor party for his son. He asked Wayne for a perfect plan. Wayne suggested bringing over some beautiful and fresh girls. Deacon must know how
Eva wants Tom to be serious in their relationship. But Tom made it clear that he will always be up for other girls. So Eva decides to leave Tom, but Tom doesn't want it. After a decade, his first girl
Tom, his girlfriend Eva, and his friends Wayne and Dan have come to Ibiza to attend Tom's annual year party. Tom's playing at the party with Eva dancing beside him, trying to keep distance between Tom