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 couldn't speak the words as I fought the temptation to shoot her.


"You do," She murmurs, moving her thighs and enjoying my thickness on her. "But I'm boss... I say cum"


I bury my face in her tits to smell her. My cock feels like steel, my muscles are stiff, and perspiration is dripping down my body. 


She doesn't budge despite my urging. For now, my cock is hers to do with as she pleases.


"Now…" She groans and pulls my ear with her teeth. "I'm coming. I'll coming, so be tough. It."


She grabs my hair and commands him with her voice.


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