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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My cock pops out of her mouth as I remove it. I murmur, "Come here," and pull her to her feet. As soon as she's in front of me, I take a step forward and smash my lips to hers, pinning her against the wall. We kiss recklessly as I pull her clothing from her waist to thighs. Her dress bunched up at the waist, so I touched her inner thighs and flicked her thong to the side. My heart almost exploded as my glans rubbed against her moist folds.


One hand guides me, then I shove, my thickness straining against her insides as my shaft slips deep inner her. I can't describe how good her pussy feels. This feels fantastic no matter how many times I've fucked her. Her grip on my huge cock is unmatched. I've fucked virgins, experienced ladies, young and elderly, but never Arcadia. Yes, I'm complimenting her, but what can I do? True!


I mumble in her ear, "You're so tight," as I push. "I'd fuck you forever."


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