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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Oh my God, I murmur under my breath as Paul slows down and pulls his cock out of me in a gentle manner. Even though I am almost loathe to let it go, I am aware that there is more that is yet to come. More than that.


I don't even know where the strength comes from to be able to accomplish it, but I sit up by propping myself up on my elbows. By moving my body in a manner like that of a cat, I force Paul to the ground and then get on top of him, straddling him. I lock my eyes on his, and as I do so, I feel a desire well up inside of me that I just know will overwhelm me. I take his cock and direct it towards my pussy as I do so. In fact, I would really want for it to take place. For the purpose of consumption by Paul Caspar.


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