The Dancer™

The Dancer™

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 88
  • WpVote
    Votos 1
  • WpPart
    Partes 5
WpMetadataReadContinúa28m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación lun, jun 16, 2014
WpInfo
Ficción
Romance
Daliah always thought she was nothing, at least that's what her boyfriend Danny always told her. She convinced herself that she deserved somebody like him because she would never be able to do better, so she put up with his physical and verbal abuse. When he lost his job they had no way to pay for anything so he forced her into the only job she could get, a stripper... One day a group of men walked into the club celebrating Anthony's birthday. His friends warned him not to become to attached to any of the dancers but one of them just catches his eye. Daliah. Then run into each other again in public and Anthony just has to get to know her, little does he know that she has a boyfriend. He comes to the club more often, always looking for 'that one girl', until one day he sees Danny pull her out of the club to the alley and beat her. Anthony just can't let that happen. How will he help her? Will she let him help? What will happen?
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • HOME [18+]
  • So in love
  • Valiant
  • THE UNWANTED DOCTOR
  • Hiraeth
  • The come up
  • The Strip
  • Made You Mine
  • Caged By Him

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido