"You're so fucking sexy.." His hot breath fanned my neck as his hands roamed my body. You may be wondering,
"who is this man that's feeling her up?" Well it's one of my usuals. His names kyle and he usually picks me up on the corner of Carlyle and Fresia. he pays 85 bucks an hour so I'm pretty happy when I see his car roll up. At the moment he's exploring my body like its a fucking rain forest or something. He's kind of a weirdo, but eh, he practically bought me my house and pays my bills.
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Sleepin' Around
Random"You're a worthless whore and you can go die in hell!". His words flew past me like they were nothing. I was used to those kinds of responses. "Oh don't worry sweetheart, I already know I'm going. Maybe I'll see you there.."
