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.

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However, before she can even complete her statement, I can hear every muscle in her body beginning to spasm, and I know that she is on her way. I increase the speed at which I stroke my cock, and then, with my eyes tightly closed, I observe as ropes of cum emerge from my cock. I could care less about everything going on around me, whether it be the driver or anything else, and yet I keep coming here. When I do open my eyes, I see that it has spread all over the trousers that I was wearing with my suit. I don't bother waiting for Arcadia to say anything further before hanging up on our conversation together.


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