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

The movie began, and I felt Arcadia's ass cheeks squeeze my cock. Stripper dance.


That's it! I liked her outfit during supper. I didn't need sex. I watched a three-hour female film with her heated body against mine. Too much!


After one push, I stopped. Arcadia asked. I'd rather be near her than have sex with her. It wasn't easy, but I adored watching that stupid romantic movie with her.


She wriggled her ass again, and my mind went wild. repeatedly I'm going nuts from inactivity. So wonderful, I could have passed out. Even if I blacked out, I'd wake up because her ass was so amazing.


She rolled over and rubbed her face against mine.


"Is this hard?" She pouted and blinked.


"Very hard, sweetie," I moaned. I fell.


The pout changed into a smile. As she spoke, she gyrated her crotch on my cock. "Good."


Chapter ３７