A Sinner's Confession: I don't make love. I fuck. I want to be fucked. I want it fast. Rough. Hard. I want it. And I want it from you. I fiend for your touch like an addict in the mist of withdraws. I want your hands tearing all over me-- --Plunging inside of me Everywhere. Baby, I want it. I want to see lust in those emerald eyes that gaze at me in secret-- --Smell the sex on your porcelain skin. I want to taste myself on those rose tinted lips. You see? I'm no angel. I'm your whore. Your filthy little slut. Make me your bitch. Don't be gentle. Bite me. Slap me. I'm yours to abuse-- Because I love it. I love to feel so dirty.

A brat client vs. A mysterious bodyguard. Where does one curiosity might lead to? PUBLISHED: 8 OCT 2017 COMPLETED: NOVEMBER 2017