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Kimo took my breath away with his long gleaming hair held back with a strand of shiny koa wood beads. I felt the contained menace oozing from him as he circled me. I was wearing exactly what he'd demanded that I wear. He'd sent a driver with a suit, shoes, socks and the most amazing underwear I'd ever worn in my life. Lace briefs for men.
He put his hand to my crotch. "You're not hard." His fingers searched for the outline of my cock and my gaze fell on a chunk of lava rock at the foot of the lush green garden, bursting with birds of paradise, giddy, gaudy heleconia and jade. The foamy water worked at the rocks, the way Kimo Wilder was working at me. He grunted when his persistent strokes got me hard.
"Success at last," he whispered and took his hand away, continuing his rhythmic circling of me.