Since the first time I laid eyes on Arcadia, I had no doubt that she would become mine. She was just drop dead stunning.
I am well aware that it is only a question of waiting for her to become mine. Because of my chiseled face, 8-pack abs, biceps, and tats, I've never seen a woman whose pantyhose didn't melt simply by looking at me.
If she takes down her trousers, there is no way that Paul Caspar will let her live through this. Nothing in the world will rescue her.

She is free to say anything she wants in order to give the impression that she has a choice.

She is able to boast that she does not go for terrible males.

She may make me back away from the deal by claiming that she has a hefty price tag attached to her.


Because I've already developed a crush on that hourglass figure of hers. because of that stunning face and those velvety lips. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to ravish her. Even if it means I have to consent to paying the highest possible price...for my heart.

Fuck With Call Girl

I'm not naïve or innocent, and I have experience, however... Oh, wow. I've never been fucked so hard that blue flames of ecstasy are licking me from the inside out, threatening to scorch every nerve ending.


When I first saw Paul, I thought he was a strip club creep.His thighs move so rapidly it should be physically impossible. Still holding me by the ass, he pulls my cheeks apart and gently caresses my anus, sending my head into sensory overload. His cock ripping me, his finger on my ass, his chest on my nipples... 


My neck muscles tighten as I scream. When he feels my body tensing, he pushes harder on my anus and slips it halfway in, causing my ass to tighten.


Instead of letting me appreciate my pleasure, he continues pushing. I dig my nails into his back to draw blood. He doesn't care; he just continues fucking me .


Scratching his back, I feel my eyeballs roll. I can't believe I haven't passed out from the overwhelming pleasure. 


Chapter ８