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

My reasoning mind completely fades away, and the only things that are left in control of the situation are my base and animalistic impulses.


I returned Paul's thrust and imitated the movement of his hips as I did so. My cheeks are slapping his thighs, and the sound of skin rubbing against flesh is driving me completely insane. I'm breaking out in another round of perspiration as I continue to push my body beyond any and all limitations, oblivious to the tiredness that is working its way from my muscles down to my bones.


I clench my teeth and let out a loud breath as he spreads my cheeks apart with his hands. He then drags his index finger over my crack and presses it on my anus. I grit my teeth and exhale quickly. When I feel him going in, I let out a deep groan and he slides it in slowly but firmly. As I feel him going in, he glides it in. 


Chapter １９