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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"It's yours..." He teases me by putting his fingers beneath my thong and towards my ass crack.


"I'll... I'll be polite," I say as his fingers touch my anus. He slides his finger along my crack and then over my hole. I lay my cheek on his shoulder as he inserts his finger in and flicks my thong. As he pushes his finger in, he thrusts, his glans brushing my labia and penetrating me quickly.


I scratch his back as his cock moves in and out of me in a seesaw manner.


He's always like this. Just look at what occurred; he knocked on my door and, minutes later, he had his cock buried in me. We didn't even make it to bed! We haven't fucked much on beds—everywhere else works for us.


Chapter ３２