The next morning, Roxy felt like a baddie.
Why?
Because her body was covered with tattoos, standing in front of the stream, she could see all the marks she never knew she could have.
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The steam rising from the hot spring was thick, a white curtain that separated the freezing winter air from the heat bubbling up from the earth.
Roxy stood waist-deep in the water, the heat soaking into her battered muscles. She felt... used in the best and most exhausting way possible.
Her legs trembled slightly as she shifted her weight. Her inner thighs felt like jelly, and there was a dull, throbbing ache in her hips that served as a reminder of the race she had just run.
Back on earth, I didn't even have this much stamina.
[Because the men you always slept with lacked stamina, they had dicks that looked like a toothpick.]
You take that back. There was actually one good one.
[Oh, you mean the dark skinned BBC?]
How much of my life have you watched?
