Who Are You?

Who Are You?

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‘’Damn! Who the hell was it? Who?’’ Deb vented his frustration as he punched the wall continuously. ‘’I have only left with a few days before I get to…’’ THUD! Eerie silence immediately filled up the air right after the loud thud and it spooked me tremendously. I began to take off my apron but holding onto a spoon as I made my way toward Deb’s room. With each footsteps I took, the level of my nervousness keep on increasing. As I reached the side of the room, I peeked into it and saw it. Deb was lying unconsciously on the ground with minor injuries. At this exact moment, my mind was running wild. It is not because of what actually happened to Deb but that crushed paper which was lying on the floor that said, ‘’ Who are you? ’’
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I'm all business with an emphasis in PLEASURE! A playboy manager to one of the hottest music stars and lover of finer things. I'm dedicated to luxury, women, and status. It's everything that keeps you staying at the top in the music industry. When a slight incident at the airport left me clutching these cheeks, I palmed at her big sass. I'm mesmerized by her black winged blue eyes, thickest thighs, and a scream full of a Kitty's meow. This dark bombshell scratched my inner itch. Of pure sexual tension. Ms. Thick got me craving her cream! "When the knock hit my door, I opened it to the brightest blue eyes. She stood thick with her black trench coat tightly wrapped around her. Before I could even close it, she slammed it behind her pushing me back. The blue captivated me as we slowly walked backwards. When the bed hits my calves, I sit bouncing off the mattress. She shyly starts to open her coat, unbuttoning peaks of flesh. It flows off her shoulders, down her trembling body, so very slowly. Inch by inch, lace underwear, the see-through delicate material of an under nipple bra and sexy boy shorts. She's so fucking perky to my gaze. From the pointed pink nipples down to the tremble of a pouch in the middle. An easy growl releases for her slight soft rolls to the hourglass curve around her thick hips. All the curved ratio so noticeable that my lips ripped out a loud "FUCK" before I realized it!" ●Content/Trigger Warning: Foul Language. Explicit Sex. Mature 18+ Audience ONLY. ●"All Rights Reserved. Including all original text and artwork" ●Copyright; 2023, Ayla Aura ○○○Please DO NOT COPY my personal work. I share thoughts and expressions through my own words and art creations. Including my Book Cover.

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