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Here’s a bonus scene of what may or may not have happened later that night at the club. I’ve had a lot of requests for some bi activity on Travis’s part so fair warning.
We lay tangled together, our bodies still humming from everything we’d just shared, our hearts finally steady and at peace. Nicole turned to me, her eyes shining, her hair wild against the pillow. She stroked my cheek and smiled, then let a soft, curious question slip out.
“What will your promotion mean for us, Travis?” she whispered.
I brushed my thumb over her lips, grinning, my chest full of pride and excitement. “It means we’ll never have to worry about money again. It means freedom—real freedom, for both of us. We can travel, play, explore anything we want. You can work if you want, or just live for yourself. We can just… be.”
Her smile widened, joy and relief washing over her features. “I’m so proud of you,” she breathed, leaning in to kiss me—soft at first, then deeper, tasting of gratitude and love.
I hugged her close, burying my face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin, her hair, everything that made her home. “I couldn’t have done any of it without you, Nicole. You’re my anchor, my inspiration. I’m so thankful for you.”
We held each other in the dim light, letting the moment settle between us, warm and unbreakable.
After a while, I pulled back just enough to catch her eye, a sly grin tugging at my lips. “The night’s still young,” I teased, tracing her hip with my fingertips. “Maybe we should see what else this club has to offer…”
She laughed, the sound low and rich with possibility, and nodded. “Lead the way, Mr. Executive.”
As we got dressed, Nicole gave me a sly glance over her shoulder, slipping her Honey Birdette lingerie up her thighs—a set that offered just enough coverage to tease, the delicate lace and straps emphasizing every curve, every secret place that now felt like a celebration rather than something to hide.
She turned, fastening the last clasp, and bit her lip, her eyes shining with mischief. “Would it be alright if I found a couple of the men from earlier?” she asked, almost coy. “You know, for another round?”
I raised an eyebrow, grinning at her boldness. “So… do you have a thing for Black men now?”
She giggled, sauntering over to press a kiss to my cheek. “Maybe I do,” she teased, her voice sultry and light. “Is that a problem, Mr. Executive?”
“Not if I get a front-row seat,” I said, feeling my own anticipation rising again. The honesty and playfulness between us made me love her even more.
Hand in hand, we left the private room, moving deeper into the heart of the club. The hallway pulsed with low music and the unmistakable sounds of pleasure—moans, laughter, beds creaking, skin on skin. As we moved farther in, the space opened up into a series of interconnected lounges and suites, the air thick with sex and possibility.
All around us, people were tangled together—couples lost in each other, threesomes exploring new boundaries, larger groups moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. The energy was heady, uninhibited, welcoming. It felt like stepping into another world, one where nothing was off-limits and pleasure was a shared language.
Then, just beyond a velvet curtain, I saw two familiar faces—two of the men who had been with Nicole before. They caught sight of us at the same moment, grinning, their eyes lighting up with recognition and something like anticipation.
Nicole beamed at them, her confidence radiant, and I felt a surge of excitement. I squeezed her hand, nodding my encouragement, and the men smiled back, open and eager.
There was no awkwardness—only mutual desire and the thrill of shared secrets. Nicole looked at me, her eyes asking permission one last time.
“Go on,” I whispered, my voice thick with pride and want. “Show me what you want.”
She stepped forward, hips swaying, her body alive with possibility. And as the men welcomed her, and I settled in to watch, I knew we were exactly where we belonged—together, open, unafraid, ready for whatever came next.
The two men greeted Nicole like old friends, each offering a hand as they led her toward the center of the room. The crowd and the low lights seemed to fall away, replaced by the inviting glow of a wide, white, perfectly-made bed—a stage just waiting for new pleasures.
Nicole paused at the edge, looking up at the men with a sly, hungry smile. “Don’t be gentle with me,” she breathed, her voice low and sure. “I want all of it. I want all of you.”
With that, she let her body melt to the floor, dropping gracefully to her knees between them. The sight alone made my heart thunder in my chest. She was a vision—her Honey Birdette lingerie hugging every curve, her hair falling over her shoulders, her eyes bright with excitement and want.
She reached for both men at once, her hands wrapping around the base of each massive cock. They were both even bigger than Jeff—thick, long, their dark skin contrasting beautifully with her delicate fingers and fair skin. She looked up at them, her lips parted, then leaned in and took one into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his size.
She didn’t hesitate or hold back—she wanted this, wanted to impress, to please, to devour. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked the first cock with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, then sliding him deeper and deeper. She moaned around him, her free hand stroking the other man, switching between them with practiced, eager hunger.
Every time she took one down, her throat flexed, her eyes fluttering with pleasure and effort. She tried to swallow as much of each cock as she could, her face glowing between their bodies, the straps of her lingerie only making her look even more wanton, even more desirable.
From my vantage point, I saw everything—her flushed cheeks, her lips slick and swollen, the way she glowed between them, alive with power and joy. I watched, aroused and awestruck, as Nicole let herself go completely, her body and spirit shining as she gave herself to this moment and these men, knowing I was there to witness it all, cheering her on with my gaze, my pride, and my endless desire.
And as she switched from one man to the other, taking them deeper, hungrier, her eyes found mine for a brief second—gleaming with love and wild, fearless happiness.
Nicole:
The men helped me to my feet, their hands strong and sure as they guided me to the soft, round bed. My heart beat wildly, excitement buzzing in every limb as I stretched out on my back, the white sheets cool against my flushed skin. The room seemed to hold its breath as one man knelt between my thighs, his broad hands gliding up my legs, sliding my thong aside to bare me completely.
He leaned in, his cock thick and hot, pressing at my entrance. I was already so ready for him—wet, open, greedy for more. With a slow, delicious push, he slid inside me, filling me deeper than I thought possible, making me gasp and moan loudly, unable and unwilling to hold anything back, knowing I was sharing it with my husband.
The other man moved beside the bed, standing above me, his body powerful and imposing. He cupped my head gently, tilting it back until it hung just over the edge of the mattress. The angle made everything feel new, dangerous, thrilling. His cock pressed against my lips, and I opened for him, eager, letting him slide into my mouth. With my throat open, I could take him deeper than ever before.
Both men began to move—one driving into me, the other sliding in and out of my mouth, their rhythm slow and then building, each thrust a new spark of pleasure. I felt them everywhere—one filling my sex, the other filling my mouth, my body the bridge between them, my hands roaming, clutching, desperate for more.
Every time the man between my legs pushed deeper, the man in my mouth filled my throat, their movements perfectly matched, perfectly overwhelming. My moans were muffled, but my body told the story—hips arching up, fingers digging into the sheets, skin shivering with need.
I was lost in the moment—full, stretched, adored—and somewhere in the haze, I caught Travis’s gaze: his eyes wide with love, pride, and wild excitement, watching me become everything I’d ever wanted, everything we’d ever dreamed.
My hands moved greedily, hungry to take in everything I could. The man standing over me was a vision of strength and dark, perfect skin—his thighs hard and muscular, flexing as he drove his cock deeper into my throat. I ran my palms over them, savoring the power, the heat. My fingertips traced higher, finding his heavy balls, feeling them tighten and sway with every slow thrust.
I reached further, exploring the sculpted swell of his ass—firm, solid, alive beneath my touch. I squeezed, kneading him, wanting to claim him, to urge him deeper. The skin beneath my hands was smooth, warm, electric. Emboldened, I let my fingers drift down, exploring the sensitive place between his thighs, tracing the line of his taint, then teasing gently at his tight, hidden entrance. He groaned, his cock pulsing in my throat, the sound vibrating through both of us.
All the while, the other man fucked me with expert, relentless strokes—each movement drawing a new wave of pleasure, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. The room felt charged, electric, every nerve ending alive. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, my whole body arching, hands still worshipping the man above me.
I was so close—my orgasm building, ready to crash over me. The fullness, the friction, the way I was taken and cherished all at once… it was more than I could have ever dreamed. My body trembled, heart racing, pleasure pooling low and hot and unstoppable.
I surrendered, letting myself fall—lost in sensation, lost in the men, lost in the gaze of my husband as he watched me become nothing but need and ecstasy, on the very edge of everything.
The man above me groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “God, your mouth feels so good, baby.” He eased himself from my lips, his cock slick and glistening, then shifted his stance, offering himself fully to me—his strong legs wide, his dark, beautiful ass just inches from my face, open and inviting.
I didn’t hesitate. Desire surged through me, wild and decadent. I lifted my head, cupping his thighs and pulling him closer, letting my tongue trace a slow, greedy circle around his entrance. He shuddered, his deep voice catching in his throat. I pressed in, my tongue exploring him, tasting him, loving how his body responded—how he trembled, how he opened for me.
My hands kneaded his cheeks, holding him steady as I buried my tongue deeper, teasing and stroking him there, feeling the heat and need building in both of us. Behind me, the other man never stopped, his cock driving into me with strong, relentless strokes, filling me so completely it bordered on overwhelming.
I was lost in it all—lost in the taste, the power, the want. Pleasing them both, being the center of their hunger, was everything I’d ever craved. To be used, adored, surrounded by the strength and beauty of two gorgeous Black men, giving myself over to pleasure and decadence without shame.
The sensation—of fullness, of worship, of being so thoroughly seen—was too much. My orgasm broke over me with a force that tore a cry from my lips, my tongue still deep inside him, my whole body shaking as pleasure claimed me. I arched, breathless and free, surrendering to the moment, to the men, to myself—utterly and beautifully undone.
Travis:
From my vantage point just a few steps away, I was utterly transfixed—every sense stretched to take it all in. Nicole lay sprawled on her back across the broad white bed, her legs spread wide, the man between her thighs fucking her deep and slow, his cock thick and glistening each time he pulled back. The other man straddled her chest, offering himself to her mouth, and she took him hungrily, like she couldn’t get enough—her tongue, her lips, her hands worshipping every inch of him.
But then he shifted, turning and kneeling over her, presenting himself fully to her mouth and tongue. And Nicole, God—she looked up at him, her eyes blazing with lust and worship, and dove in as if she’d been starving for this very moment. I watched her tongue swirl and press, her hands gripping his powerful thighs, her moans vibrating through him as she devoured him without the slightest hint of hesitation or shame.
Her cheeks were flushed, her whole body trembling, the sheer devotion in her face as she rimmed him almost holy in its intensity. Every muscle in her arms and legs tensed with pleasure, her hips rocking upward to meet the man fucking her, her back arching, breasts bouncing, every movement so honest and wild.
And beneath all that, I could see it—the difference, the purity of her pleasure tonight. No manipulation, no coercion, no edge of humiliation like Jeff always brought. Just pure, honest want. Nicole was alive, lost in her own need, surrounded by men who worshipped her for exactly who she was in this moment.
The contrast of their bodies—her soft, pale skin and their deep, flawless darkness—was a sight I never could have fully imagined. The beauty and power of it, the way her body opened for them, the way they took her in turn, filled her, cherished her. I felt my own body responding, cock swelling hard, but mostly I felt awe.
She looked over at me for just a moment, her mouth still working the man above her, her eyes half-lidded and shining, and I saw it—how free she was. How grateful. How much she loved me for giving her this night, for watching, for wanting her happiness even more than my own.
She came then, her body convulsing, a wild, gorgeous sound escaping her throat, her tongue and hands never slowing on the man above her. She was radiant. She was unstoppable. She was everything I’d ever hoped she could be, and so much more.
I realized in that instant that nothing—not jealousy, not fear, not old rules—could ever compare to the joy of seeing Nicole this alive. And I wanted nothing more than to watch her shine, again and again, for as long as she wanted to be seen.
The men moved with practiced ease, lifting Nicole and guiding her onto her hands and knees at the center of the bed. Her hair spilled wild around her face, her body still trembling with aftershocks, her skin shining with sweat and satisfaction. One man knelt in front of her, his cock thick and slick, waiting at her lips. The other moved behind, his hands sliding up her hips, pausing just long enough to savor the sight of her open and eager.
She looked up at me for a heartbeat, her eyes full of mischief and devotion, then leaned forward and took the man in front of her deep into her mouth. He groaned, his hand threading gently into her hair, his other hand stroking her cheek in encouragement.
The man behind her pressed forward, his cock sliding into her sex with one strong, smooth thrust. Nicole gasped around the other man’s shaft, her body arching, her hands gripping the sheets as he started to move inside her. He set a steady, expert pace, rocking her forward and back, making her moan with every stroke.
“God, you feel incredible,” the man behind her murmured, his voice thick with admiration. He squeezed her hips, guiding her to meet each thrust.
“Beautiful,” said the man in front, brushing stray hair from her face as she took him deep, her cheeks hollowing, eyes fluttering. “So damn good, baby.”
Both men looked at me—meeting my gaze not with challenge, but with genuine respect and a kind of camaraderie I hadn’t expected.
“You’re a lucky man,” the one in front said, grinning down at Nicole as she licked and sucked him with hungry enthusiasm.
“Very lucky,” the man behind agreed, rolling his hips in slow, deep circles that made Nicole’s whole body quiver with delight. “She’s perfect. And she loves you—we can all see that.”
Their words only made my pride swell. I couldn’t stop smiling as I watched my wife—radiant, adored, alive—giving and receiving pleasure in a way that was honest, open, and so beautifully her. She was lost in the moment, her body rocking between them, her moans and sighs filling the air.
I knew they were right. I was the luckiest man in the world. And nothing had ever felt so true.
Nicole slowly pulled her mouth off the man in front of her, a strand of spit catching the light as it stretched from her lips to his slick shaft. She turned her head to me, her eyes hazy with lust but clear with something deeper—something raw and real.
“I’m the lucky one,” she said, her voice low and breathy, her body still rocking back onto the cock buried inside her. “These men… God, Travis, they’re fucking me so good.”
She moaned as the man behind her drove into her again, deep and smooth. Her hands gripped the sheets, her body swaying between them, her eyes fluttering before she looked back at me again. “So much better than Jeff ever did. This isn’t about games. It’s just… real.”
The man behind her let out a rich, rolling laugh, his hands tight on her hips. “Damn, I think she’s hooked on BBC.”
Nicole laughed too, her voice playful and shameless. “I might be,” she teased, glancing back over her shoulder with a grin. “After tonight? How could I not be?”
Her words hit me like a jolt—unexpected and intensely arousing. I’d never thought about the interracial element before tonight, not consciously. But now, seeing her so alive, so beautifully wrecked and pleasured between two strong, dark-skinned men—it stirred something in me. Something unexpected and beautiful.
The contrast between her fair skin and their deep brown bodies, the way they held her, filled her, worshipped her—it wasn’t just erotic. It was striking, powerful. Another layer I hadn’t known I craved until I saw it with my own eyes.
And hearing her say it, admit it, own it—it made my cock twitch with need, my breath catch. This wasn’t about replacing me. This was about discovery. Freedom. The kind we’d both earned. And watching her glow in that truth only made me want her more.
She was my wife—and I was honored to share her with the kind of men who saw how extraordinary she really was.
The men exchanged a grin, a confidence between them that was almost playful. The one behind Nicole locked eyes with me, a spark of challenge but mostly pride in his voice. “Watch this, man. We’re gonna make her squirt harder than she ever has before.”
Nicole, still on her hands and knees, let out a desperate moan as he shifted his angle, driving into her with deep, rolling strokes, the curve of his cock hitting her just right. She squealed, her voice muffled by the man in front of her, whose cock she struggled to take between gasps and cries of pleasure.
I watched, entranced, as her body tensed—her thighs trembling, her hips jerking, her breath hitching in quick, ragged bursts. I could see it building in her, that telltale tension, the way she whimpered around the man in her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut, right on the edge.
Just as she was about to go over, the man behind her pulled out, slick and glistening. He reached down, spreading her open with one strong hand, and slid two thick fingers deep inside her. His hand moved with quick, practiced strokes, his fingertips finding her G-spot and pressing, rubbing, coaxing her even higher.
Nicole let out a cry—pure, unfiltered need. Her whole body convulsed, her back arching, her head falling back as her mouth slipped off the cock in front of her. And then it happened.
She squirted—hard. Three long, powerful jets of her release sprayed out, soaking the man’s hand, his stomach, the sheets beneath them. The sight, the sound of it, the way she screamed my name and theirs, was nothing short of breathtaking.
I’d never seen her come like that. Never.
Her body shook, her legs quivering, her face wet with tears of pleasure and exhaustion. The men cheered her on, praising her, holding her up as she collapsed forward, still twitching with aftershocks.
And all I could do was watch, heart pounding, mind blown by what these men had drawn out of her—by the freedom, the ecstasy, the sheer life in her every movement.
Nicole was still shuddering, catching her breath, when the men let her settle gently onto the bed. They stroked her back, her hair, letting her body calm, and she smiled up at them—completely unashamed, still glowing from the intensity of her orgasm.
It wasn’t long before the man behind her slid back inside, her body welcoming him easily, her hips pressing back, hungry for more. He set a slow, deep pace at first, letting her recover, but soon he was moving with more urgency, his hands gripping her waist, his head thrown back as pleasure built between them.
He leaned forward, his voice thick with need, “Where do you want me to cum, baby?”
Nicole glanced at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief and love, then looked over her shoulder, voice sultry and playful. “Inside me,” she said without hesitation. “My hubby’s going to want to eat it after you’re done.”
Her words hit me like a lightning bolt, the filthy, honest truth of it making my cock ache with need. I’d never heard her so brazen, so sure of herself and what she wanted. It was electric.
The man behind her groaned, his movements growing frantic as her words pushed him closer. I could see his muscles tense, the way his hips stuttered, the heat building to a breaking point.
Nicole’s smile never faded, her eyes locked on mine as the first man surrendered to her, filling her just as she’d asked. Watching her, knowing what she wanted—knowing she was doing this for both of us—set something wild loose inside me. I’d never been more aroused, or more grateful, to witness the fullness of her desire.
The men turned to me, their voices still warm and open. “You want a taste?” one asked, nodding toward Nicole, their admiration for her as obvious as their respect for me. I didn’t hesitate—I nodded, heart pounding, my desire burning through any last trace of hesitation.
They guided me gently to the bed, and I quickly stripped down, anticipation surging as Nicole crawled over to join me. She moved with a slow, feline grace, her skin still flushed, her eyes locked on mine as she climbed on top, positioning herself in a perfect sixty-nine. Her slick, well-used sex hovered above my mouth, swollen and glistening, flushed deep pink and glimmering with the thick cream that had been pumped into her only moments ago.
The sight and scent hit me all at once—raw, intimate, deeply erotic. I couldn’t wait a second longer. I wrapped my arms around her hips, pulling her down to my mouth, my tongue parting her folds, tasting her and everything her lover had left inside. The flavor was intense, musky and unmistakable. I licked and swallowed hungrily, cleaning her with my mouth, not missing a drop.
Nicole moaned, her voice vibrating against my thighs as she lowered her lips to my cock, taking me deep. The wet heat of her mouth, the way she sucked me—eager and almost desperate—told me how much this turned her on, how much she loved being so thoroughly filled, so openly shared, and then claimed by me.
As I feasted on her, the other man—who hadn’t finished—moved behind her, his cock hard and glistening. He lined himself up, guiding himself into her slick, open sex, sliding deep inside with a moan of satisfaction. I could feel the heat of his body, the press of his thighs so close to my face that with every thrust, I was nearly touching him. His cock moved in and out just above my lips as I continued to lap and tease Nicole’s clit.
The sensation was overwhelming. The taste, the sounds, the knowledge of what was happening—Nicole on top of me, being filled from behind, her mouth never leaving my cock, her hands kneading my thighs as she sucked me harder than she ever had.
I’d never felt so close to her, so completely wrapped up in her pleasure and mine, so entirely without shame. This was something new—something wild and beautiful—and I never wanted it to end.
With Nicole’s heat pressing down onto my face, I could see, taste, and feel everything as the other man thrust into her from behind. His cock looked even bigger this close up—slick, glistening, stretching her open with every stroke. His heavy balls swung forward with each thrust, sometimes brushing or even rolling over my forehead, nose, and lips. For a split second, I registered how wild that should have felt, but in the throes of everything, I found it only made the moment more real, more intense.
My tongue never left Nicole’s clit, circling and flicking, tasting her, tasting him, loving every shudder and moan that echoed through her body and vibrated down into my mouth. She was close—I could tell by the way her thighs quivered, how her hips rolled in frantic little circles, and the way she sucked my cock even harder, desperate and hungry.
Every so often, as I licked and bathed her, my tongue slid up—past her swollen clit, past the mess of both of the lovers, until I found the thick black shaft that was giving her so much pleasure. My tongue flicked over the underside of him, tasting the heat of his skin, the slickness from Nicole and from him, my lips brushing the place where they were joined.
I never thought I’d want this—never even imagined it. But here, now, watching my wife so thoroughly pleasured, feeling her come alive, I wanted it all. I wanted to taste her, taste him, taste their pleasure mingled and spilling over.
Nicole let out a wild, high cry, her whole body tensing. I knew she was about to come, and I didn’t stop—my tongue, my mouth, my hands all worshipping her. The man behind her groaned, his thrusts growing ragged, his cock swelling. I could feel every detail, every quiver, every surge of heat.
I was pulled into it, caught by the beauty of both of them—Nicole radiant and open, her lover powerful and giving. I surrendered to the moment, letting the intensity wash over me, loving her more fiercely than I ever had before.
Everything happened at once—a rush of sensation, sight, sound, and scent blending until there was no separation between us, just one pulsing, overwhelming wave of pleasure.
Nicole’s whole body shuddered, her thighs squeezing my head, her hips grinding down as my tongue drove her over the edge. I felt the gush of her orgasm flood my mouth, hot and sweet and wild, her cries muffled as her lips pulled desperately at my cock, milking pulse after pulse from me. I’d never come like that before—so hard, so utterly consumed, every nerve ending lit up with pleasure and something deeper, almost spiritual.
At the same time, I felt the man behind her tense, his cock thickening, swelling, throbbing deep inside her. I could feel it, see it—his balls tight against her as I licked them both, his shaft flexing inside her as he let out a low, guttural moan. His pleasure mingled with Nicole’s, the three of us caught in a single, perfect storm.
And then—through the fog of my own orgasm, my eyes squeezed shut, my senses overwhelmed—I felt Nicole’s hand, gentle but insistent, guiding the man’s cock from her body and pressing it to my lips.
I didn’t hesitate. I opened for him, letting the slick, beautiful black shaft slide over my tongue. The next pulse hit my mouth—a surge of heat, thick and musky, filling me completely. He shuddered above me, Nicole’s hand steady on his base as several more hot jets filled my mouth and spilled over my lips. I swallowed willingly, hungrily, lost in the taste and the act and the love that bound us all together.
I licked him clean, my tongue tracing around his head, savoring the last drops, tasting my wife and her lover and myself all mingled together.
It was raw. Honest. Beautiful.
And as the three of us collapsed in a tangle of bodies, breathless and spent, I realized I’d gone somewhere I’d never even dreamed—an altered state, a new kind of connection.
Nicole caught my gaze, her eyes shining with awe and gratitude and something eternal. And in that moment, I knew: we had gone further than fantasy, and found each other on the other side.
Nicole’s grin was wicked and soft at the same time, her lips glistening as she looked down at me with pure satisfaction and affection. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice husky and reverent.
She bent and kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding between my lips, tasting everything we’d just shared. The kiss was wild and messy, but there was so much tenderness in it—gratitude, joy, and a raw kind of love that I’d never felt so strongly.
She turned, still half-straddling my chest, and leaned over to kiss the man who had just finished, slow and lingering, her fingers tracing his cheek. Then she moved to the other man, giving him the same sweet, lingering affection, each gesture so open, so unashamed. They smiled at her, utterly spent and equally grateful, their hands gentle on her back and thighs.
When she turned back to me, her face was glowing—smeared with sweat and bliss, and tears brimming in her eyes. She settled back down into my arms, burying her face in my neck, clinging to me.
“I’m so thankful for you,” she whispered, voice shaking with emotion. “For tonight, for all of this, for letting me be… everything. I’ve never felt so loved. So alive.”
Tears slipped down her cheeks—gratitude, satisfaction, and something deeper, a profound connection that went beyond lust or even trust. I held her tight, kissing her hair, my own eyes burning, everything inside me wide open.
“I love you,” I said, and she echoed it back, the words thick with everything we’d just shared.
In that moment, tangled together, surrounded by new friends, spent and more deeply connected than ever before, I knew we had gone somewhere rare—somewhere sacred. And we’d gone there together.
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Such a hot series, loved it!