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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He's exhaling hard with his eyes closed and hands on my head. Seeing his satisfaction, I stroke him harder to empty him fully. As if he had an endless supply of cum, he continues shooting; my mouth is full, his warm secretions coating my cheeks. He stops cumming when I'm drowning, my chest gleaming from the warm sticky coating.


As he finishes, I slowly remove my fingers from his cock as his breathing slows. My cum-covered breasts brush against his strong pectorals as I stand on my feet and smile. I kiss him, spreading my mouth wide and dripping all my come over his lips. We kiss like we're possessed, trading come and smearing it over our bodies. As we yield to immorality, his salty taste blankets our thoughts.


We slump onto the sofa, side by side. We smile as we discover our location. Come coats his lips and is pouring down his chin and neck; his chest is shimmering with strands of my cum. I'm not in a better city; cum still drips down my face and chest.


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