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 tilted my head and sucked her folds, smearing my tongue with secretions. I separate my lips and circle her delicate clit with my tongue. She trembles as she dishesevels my hair. I put one hand under her ass to force her to raise one leg; she does it readily, putting it over my shoulder. I smile and glance up at her, who has her eyes closed, her back against the wall, and her chest rising and falling slowly. She's really cute.


I try again, shutting my eyes as I kiss her clit. I suck it, forcing down with my tongue; her fingers coil around my hair more roughly, and I can feel her breathing becoming harder. That makes me suck on her even more enthusiastically, her taste drowning out my feeling of self.


Chapter ２３