Watching this possibly satisfied the Sadist in me or made me wonder if this was how a relationship with me would be like 💕💕😜

either way it was relationship goals!

trust! Humour! Communication! One of the many key factors in making a relationship work!


She walked into his office, unannounced, a tigress stalking her prey. Her honey colored blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders in thick waves. Diamonds dripping off her ears. She wore a black sheath dress with a white blazer trimmed with gold buttons. The sultriness in which she moved towards him made his cock stir in his trousers.He froze in his chair, as her icy blue eyes zeroed in on him.

“Anindya I presume” she spoke coolly.

Anindya scrambled out of his chair, pushing up his glasses “Yes, I am Anindya How may I help you?” he asked.

“I am Eva Monroe,” she introduced herself. When he didn’t recognize her name, the frostiness in her expression became icier. “I will be the new coordinating executive in charge overseeing this branch’s expanse to Paris.”

Anindya tried to keep his disappointment from showing. He had hoped to have been promoted to such a huge project. Instead, an American was hired to do it. How strange.

“You appear to be disappointed, Anindya” Eva closed the door behind her.

“Well I was the next person in line for that promotion,” he admitted honestly.

“I can assure you, your work was not overlooked.” as she spoke she walked closer towards him shrugging off her blazer. “We feel we will be losing your acumen if we let you transfer to Paris.” her smile seemed forced. Her fingers touched his shoulder to guide him back to his chair. She pushed back into his chair. He grunted. She bit her lip as she took purchase on the edge of his desk. The hem of her dress inching up revealing the top of her thighs. The lace of her stockings. and the little flash of her black panties. Anindya swallowed hard.


The faint scent of Jasmine wafted to Anindya’s senses, as her touch lingered on his shoulder. “Perhaps you would be able to show me the work you have done.”

Something inside him should have protested it was against company privacy policies but she was an employee right? Yet even as he silently debated about it he felt the knawing uncertainty churning in his gut.  her knee brushed against him, breaking him out of his reverie. He blinked to find she was staring at him expectantly. She leaned forward so his eyes helplessly fell on her cleavage. The neckline of her sheath dress plunged low so he could see the tan lines and the ample swells of her breasts.

“Ah sure, ok” Anindya mumbled. He reached for his laptop and began to type on the keyboard.

A spreadsheet appeared on the screen. Eva smiled. “What is this?” she purred. “I meant client transactions.”

Anindya’s eyes were wide in disbelief “but you know that goes against company policy. I cant bring up a client transaction without their consent..” he protested.

Eva’s hand flatten on his chest. Hard, knocking the wind out of him. Her mouth on his startled him. The slow hard kiss made his heart pound. “I want the list of clients. And their transactions on the screen. Now!” she murmured.

Anindya struggled to maintain his composure but the kiss knocked his senses all haywire. “That goes against company policy! If you persist on this I will have no choice..” his words were silenced by another kiss. The kiss went on this time. Her tongue sliding in, snaking around his. She hiked up her skirt, as she slithered onto his lap.

Anindya tried to protest, but the press of her breasts against his chest and the slow grind of her pussy against his cock made all reason fly out the window. She broke the kiss long enough to gaze icily into his eyes.

Anindya readjusted his glasses “Are you trying to seduce me, Eva Monroe?” he asked coldly.

Eva appeared startled. “I dont do seduction, Anindya!” she answered coldly.

He hoisted her off him and dropped her on the desk.

“Perhaps you are not understanding what I am saying.” Anindya found his voice. “You are attempting to breach security protocols if you persist I will have no choice but to report you to the authorities,” he told her sternly. “However I could possibly look the other way if you fuck me.”

Eva blinked. “Are you blackmailing me?” she was incredulous.

“You want something. I want something. it works out.” he shrugged. He glanced at the clock on the wall behind her. “We have 30 minutes before my assistant comes back from lunch. I suggest you get busy.”

Eva frowned.

When she didn’t answer him, he reached for her. The kiss he gave her was hard and punishing. She gasped when his fingers gripped the neckline of her dress and ripped it. Her breasts bounced free. He cupped them.

His heart was pounding so fierce and hard in his chest. He was never so forceful and forward with a woman before. He expected Eva to slap him, to push him away. To at least kick him in the balls, but she was not pushing at him.

Eva’s skin was soft so flagrant as he nuzzled her throat. He kissed his way down to her breasts. His eyes lifted up to find her watching him. Not with hunger, or desire. With the predatory gaze that seemed to irritate him. What the fuck was wrong with her?

He brushed her breast with his mouth, scouring her nipple with his lips. She trembled under his touch. The first indication her icy interior was beginning to melt.

Anindya teased her nipples with teeth and tongue, as his fingers sought her pussy. She was wet. Interesting. He tore her panties off her, ignoring her protest. He held up the strip of fabric. A lacey thong. Well that was nice.

He tossed it aside.

“I never ate a woman out,” he mused. “Most of my girlfriends were too puritanical about that. I wonder how you would taste.”

Eva smirked. She drew her legs up and open. “Go ahead.” it was a challenge. she spread herself out on his desk.

He gazed down at her. Her pussy was cleanly shaven except the tiny heart of hair that christened her slit. “Spread your pussy lips for me. I want you to offer yourself to me.” he ordered.

Slowly she sucked her fingers into her mouth, letting Anindya see her tongue before she slid her fingers between her vulva. She spread herself. Revealing the tiny hole of her pussy, the tiny clit that was swelling. “Is that better.”

Anindya smiled. His cock was straining in his trousers. Slowly he removed his glasses and put them in desk drawer. He didnt need to break them. He lowered his head. He breathed in her scent. Her growing arousal was heady, clinging to his senses like wine. He kissed her pussy.

His claim that he hadnt eaten a woman’s pussy was true. He was unsure how to do it. However making a woman orgasm wasnt that hard, was it? It was a challenge he was willing and able to accept.

Eva’s soft sigh as he parted his lips and let his tongue lick her up, he was on the right track. His tongue flicked along her slit, tasting the drops of her pussy juice that dripped upon his tongue.

He flicked her clit, drumming it with his tongue. He could hear a hiss escape Eva’s lips. He wondered if she was deliberately trying not to enjoy herself. What a bitch, he thought angrily. He tasted more of her cream, feeling her thighs tremble against his fingers as he pushed her thighs further part. He wanted her open to devour her.

Anindya was ruthless in his attack on her clit, alternating between gentle licking and gluing his mouth to her clit and sucking hard.

Eva’s stifled gasps were no longer silenced she was becoming louder. “Eat me you fucking bastard! Use your goddamn tongue! Oh my god! Yes!”

Americans, Anindya thought were filthy little bitches. He loved it.  His fingers were no longer idle. With one hand he pried open his trousers freeing his cock.

His head lifted, his eyes fixed on her. “What are you doing?” Eva panted. “You didnt make me cum yet!”

“This isnt about you, Eva. This is about me. Get on your knees and suck my cock.” Anindya ordered.

Eva winced when he gripped her by the hair, hauling her off the desk. “You want to act like a big shot,” she laughed as he forced her to her knees. “You couldnt even make me cum”

That stung. His eyes glittered menacingly at her. “I could, but I chose not to. I told you, this is for me.”

Her fingers wrapped around his cock. He watched as her red lips parted over the dome head of his cock, hovering so her hot breath washed over him. Then slowly in agonizingly short licks she began on his cock.

“What the fuck, Eva!” Anindya was beginning to like this side of himself. The Alpha Male. SO used to be caring and nurturing of the female sex, now he wanted to show his dominant side. “I said suck it!” he reached down to pinch her nose with his fingers until her mouth opened. Once her mouth parted wide, he shoved his cock deep. Til he heard her gag. He smiled in satisfaction and then eased up. He released her nose.

He stroked her hair. “Suck my cock. I want your best!” he began to flex his hips, face fucking her face at a rapid pace. He groaned as her fingers pumped his cock, while she struggled to keep up.

She took the liberty of allowing her saliva to drip all over his cock, down to her breasts. He groaned at the sight. His cock was throbbing in her mouth. He was going to cum, he thought. He was going to squirt all his cum in the back of her throat.

He wanted his cum deep inside her pussy.

Anindya barked at Eva to get up. He sat on the desk away from the door, and instructed Eva to straddle him. If his assistant managed to come in, she would see the lovely Eva being thoroughly fucked.

Eva crawled over, her make-up smeared face, and blonde hair mussed there could be no way she could walk through the bank without everyone knowing what she was doing, it thrilled Anindya. Would she be embarrassed or humiliated?

She positioned herself above Anindya’s cock, letting him tease her slit. “You think you’ve won dont you?” he heard her mumble in his ear. “But a woman always win.”

Her pussy was hot tight and wet as she sank on his cock. Eva groaned as he stretched her filling her. “Fuck,” he hissed when her pussy muscles began to squeeze and ripple around him.

He held onto her hips, as her breasts swayed in his face. Her movements were slow and sultry, rocking as his hips surged off the chair to pound hard and fast. He battered her insides with his cock, mindful of her cries and her pussy juice that were staining his trousers.

“Yes! Fuck me hard! Just like that! oh my god I am cumming!”She screamed. Her orgasm took them both by surprise. He lunged out of the chair carrying her to the desk to lay her out.

He had her.

Eva was a mess underneath him. Sobbing for another orgasm. Her body convulsing as she came once more when his cock slammed hard into her, bottoming out.

Anindya wanted to shout with triumph. The satisfaction of making this Ice Queen melt was a feat to savor.

He could feel it. The unmistakable tension of his orgasm about to break. “Fuck yes.” His cock throbbed. Hot spurts of cum shot deep inside her, as she came again.

He fell back into his chair, contented. Eva laid on his desk, his cum dribbling from her thoroughly fucked pussy.

Eva sat up arranging her dress. She calmly finger combed her hair until it was smooth. Calmly she climbed down off the desk, arranging her dress. Reaching for her clutch, she pulled out a wipe and removed the remainder of her makeup.

Anindya was astonished. Didnt women linger and bemoan how wonderful the experience was? Why wasnt Eva praising how wonderful her orgasms were?

“You’re leaving?” he asked.

Eva plucked out a lipstick and reapplied it. “Yes. I have many appointments today. I am a busy woman, Anindya.”

“But we just…” he stood.

“We fucked. It was nice.” Eva dropped her lipstick back into her clutch, and reached for her blazer and draped it about her shoulders. “but that is all it was. A fuck.”

The door swung opened to his office. “Sir, here is the contacts you asked for” his assistant stopped in mid-sentence struck dumb by the sight that was before her. She began to berate him, pointing to his cock which was clearly in her sight.

Anindya flushed angrily tucking his cock into his trousers. “That’s enough Seyah!” he rebuked her.

“Good day, Anindya.” Eva was brusque. Her expression once more icy as if nothing had happened. She marched from the office.

Anindya sank to the chair in confusion. His eyes settling on his laptop. He frowned. That couldnt be right. He reached into his desk drawer to retrieve his glasses. He put them on. His vision cleared. The laptop screen was dark. He clicked a button. Error. Flashed across the screen.

Panic settled within him.

He pushed another button.


The whole hard drive had been wiped clean. All his client lists. Transactions. Passcodes. Everything was gone.

His eyes went to the door.


  •  Anindya I hope you like the story I wrote for you! Its not much! I did my best!




Anindya, I am working on your story now! I didnt forget lol


The reason I had a headache today

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Customer #1: What kind of pastries do you have?
me: raspberry and chocolate.
Customer #1: I will have the maple.
me: raspberry and chocolate?
Customer#1: I said maple!
me: and did I say maple was an option!
Customer #2: I will have a Green Tea.
Me: is that Black cream or sugar?
Customer#2: I didnt want Green! I wanted Orange Pekoe!
Customer 3: I will have the orange explosion.
Me: is that the cranberry muffin or the fruit fiber?
Customer 3: I dont know she just wrote here an orange explosion drink.
me: oh my god! its an orange pop. Just say an orange pop.
Customer 3: but I would like an orange explosion drink…
me: that doesnt exist. just say orange pop!
Customer 4: maybe you should put up a sign saying your drive thru is closed.
oh for fuck sakes there was a huge ass crane blocking half the parking lot. If you couldnt see it when you started to drive in you need to stop driving, buddy!
Customer 5: Do you have snack wraps?
me: ok would you like BBQ or Ranch
Customer 5: I asked you if you had snack wraps. so answer my question!
me: I did. That was why I was asking you what kind you would like! Ranch. Or BBQ
Customer 5: I would like a Ranch snack wrap.

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Yesterday I was being so polite and kind.  I dont know why I try to disprove my theory that the nicer I am the cattier other women are, but it always proves to be true. Oh they were bitchy! Today I walked in and no fucks were given!

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Come at me, and I will cut you! Cut you!

I was ice cold! Ice cold!

Guess what!

A guy even apologized for snapping at me!

I cant win!



A video I watched while at work.

Watching the women’s experience reminded  me of my experience with an energy worker, and how emotional it was for me.

The first time I went to an energy healer I was kind of hesitant. Her whole family worked in spiritualism. I had my shields up. There was no way this was going to work I thought.  The woman looked at me she smiled as if to reassure me. “You have to be the saddest person I ever met,” she said.

Why did every psychic or medium whoever met me say that? I was not too happy with that. I was happy that day.

She told me to get on the table. She put one hand on my back, the other hand reaching for the sky. I closed my eyes.

it was amazing. Energy started to flow through me. I never wanted to leave. It was if everything inside me, the pain, emotions, tension whatever was there was dissipating. My whole body felt like it had left the table, and I wasnt there anymore. I was filled with such a sense of peace and happiness. No pain. Emotional or physical.

After what seemed like hours she got up, removed her hands and told me to open my eyes.

“I hope you feel better now.” she murmured.

She hugged me after.

The second time I went to an energy worker/ psychic. She was spot on. After my reading she asked me if it was ok she cleansed my aura and heal me.


She stood behind me while I was seated, her hands hovering. Oh my goodness. It was wonderful!



You sigh against my mouth as I thumb your nipple lazily.  You feel so good against me, yet while I am enjoying your body, the sensations coursing through me I cant help but feel trepidation. The thought of being discovered fills me with fear and excitement. My heart is racing.

“Price check in aisle 4” a voice boom breaking our sensual reverie. I pull away from you.

“Look, I don’t know you” I begin. I bite my lip. “Maybe we should stop. Someone could see us.”

You grip my chin forcing me to look at you. Your eyes are heavy lidded with desire. Hunger. Your cheeks are flush with excitement. “You don’t need to know my fucking name! I don’t want a commitment.You just have to get between my legs and eat my pussy!”

Your words stun me, and lust surges through me. I never give up my control for anyone, and you are no exception. However, I feel a strange restlessness need to obey you.

I try to reason with you again. “Perhaps we can go somewhere more private. The restroom.”

You make a face. “A restroom? are you serious?” you gag.

Thinking about it now, I realize how ridiculous and nasty that suggestion was. “Ok then about our vehicles?”

You huff impatiently. “You need to be quiet. I see your mouth moving, but I don’t see it where its supposed to be. Between my thighs!”

Oh shit, you really are beginning to test my patience with your orders, I stamp down my anger. Yet your words are so provocative. I can feel my pussy juice dripping. Soaking my panties making it uncomfortable.

I kiss you again. This time I take my time. Your lips part, sighing. I slide my tongue over yours. The kiss deepens. Turns hungry.

You make a sound when I tear at the bodice of your romper, ripping it down the front. You stagger backward against the fruit display. Your hands flail wildly, grabbing onto the stand behind you. I am startled by how easy the fabric gives and I chuckle.

Thrust upwards in your awkward position, you poise seductively. Your breasts are high on your chest, nipples pink and hard.

“Hey! Not so rough!” you warn me. “this was a $200 designer romper!”

My eyebrow rises in disbelief. Then a slow smile curves on my lips. “Maybe I should have told you. I dont like being told what to do unless I am naked. Even then I make a horrible submissive.” I finger comb your hair then twist my fingers into the strands.

You gasp at the sudden pain. “What the fuck are you doing?” you hiss.

I tap your mouth closed with a finger of my other hand. “You look so beautiful. Don’t ruin the moment by speaking.”

Your breath hitches against my finger and I drag it over your lips down your throat. my fingers encircle your throat as if they were a necklace. “If you move at all. I will be very upset.” I squeeze gently “Do not move.”

You moan. I release your hair, my fingers stroking down the length of your body. I rip the rest of your flimsy romper of you. The material floats to your feet.

My eyes meets your. As if you sense my unspoken command, you kick off the remains. You are wearing no underwear. You are totally nude. At my whim.

I can feel you shiver. Is it out of anticipation? Fear? Hunger?

“What did you expect to happen?” I murmur, “Did you think this would go your way?”

You made a sound. I chuckle. “You went up to a complete stranger! And begged them to eat your pussy!” I cup your breast. “You were pretty gutsy. You should know. I always get my way.” I purr as I lower my head.

My breath whispers over your skin, teasing you. My tongue snakes out. Slowly ever so slowly I swirl the tip of your nipple with my tongue. You moan. My teeth follow in my tongue’s wake. Raking against the sensitive flesh. You gasp. I bite down.

“Oh fuck!” You cry.

I chuckle. I turn my attention to your other breast with my tongue and teeth, alternating rolling and pinching your nipples leaving you trembling and crying for more.

I straighten. I am little disappointed no one came to investigate your cries. We were still alone in the produce section. “Get on the stand,” I order you.

You glance over your shoulder, hesitant how to accomplish my order. There were apples and bananas. Blueberries in the next stand.

“This isnt hard.” I am brusque. “Get up there.”

You bite your lip, the turmoil on your face makes me smile. “Don’t bother to have second thoughts,” I tell you. “You wanted me to eat your fucking pussy! Now get up there!”

The harshness in my tone motivates you into climbing up onto the stand. Your slender golden body reclines on the apples, your blonde hair fanning underneath your head. “You look beautiful” I muse.

You smile. “Do I?”

I nod.

I run my hands up down your thighs. You part them willingly. Your hands sliding down to spread your pussy lips apart. Your pussy juice drips down onto the apples.

I lower my head. I pressed a kiss to the inner side of your thigh, dragging my mouth up to brush my lips over your slit.

You moan. Your fingers ease away as I slide my tongue deep. You taste wonderful, as I lick up your juice.

I lift up my eyes to meet your gaze. Your cupping your breasts, kneading them. Your lips are parted, as you moan how much you want me to eat you.

“yes just like that.” you whimper. “oh my god. don’t stop! Ok!”

I am teasing your asshole with lazy slow swirls of my tongue, going back to dip into your pussy hole. I flick the opening with my tongue making you squirm.

Your fingers dive into my hair, trying to direct me to your clit. I smack them away. “I will stop!” I tell you.

“Please!” You wail. “I am so close! I am about to cum! Why are you teasing me!”

I don’t answer instead glue my mouth to your pussy hole and tongue fuck you. Your body locks in mid-air as tiny convulses roll through you. Your moans turn into a scream that echoes in the supermarket.

“Well, you were too easy!” I smack my lips as I lap up all the juice spraying into my mouth. I didn’t give you time to recover before I was sliding my fingers inside you.

Your pussy muscles are clenching from your orgasm, so tight. My fingers are deep, I rise up between your thighs. My fingers in your hair and I kiss you. You whimper as my fingers jack in and out of your pussy. Hard and fast.

“Like this?” I pant. “Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like a slut!”

“Fuck you, bitch!” you wail. “Oh my god! get on your knees and eat my pussy!” you shove yourself at me, knocking me to the floor.

Dazed, I am sprawled out on the floor. I watch as you climb over me, your expression of victory. I sigh. When were you going to learn?

I let you sit on my face, but didn’t move. You glance down at me. “What are you doing?” you panted. “I said eat me!”

I hook my arms over your thighs and sat up, hauling you up so your shoulders are on the floor, and your legs are over my shoulders. “I told you I make a really bad submissive! Nobody tells me what to do.” I remarked.

With you so precariously positioned you plead with me to eat you. “Please make me cum again!”

I bury my face in your pussy. my tongue slips into your slit. dipping back and forth, flicking across your clit. You gasp. Each teasing stroke of my tongue across your clit makes your body jolt like electricity is being sent through. Fresh squirts of juice are being spraying into my mouth.

I begin to suck on your clit. Hard.

“Yes! Yes!” you shout. your heels dig into my back as your pussy grinds my face.

I am plunging two fingers deep inside your hole, pumping them hard. You are sobbing as orgasms make your body shake hard. I release your still shaking body, smiling as you curl into a ball.

I slowly become aware that we were no longer alone in the produce department. A couple stood watching, their jaws slack.

“Why can’t you make me shake like that!” the woman demanded. The man turned an embarrassing red.

“For godsakes Amber!” the man shushed her.

“Don’t you shush me, Richard! I haven’t had an orgasm in the 10 years we have been married!” the woman cried. She scurried forward. “He tries but doesn’t do the job right,” she whispers.

I wipe my mouth with my sleeve. Bewilder with the awkward situation I was in I couldn’t say anything. You are still in a sexual stupor, lying in a pool of your cum.

“Perhaps you can come by and you can help me out.” Amber suggests.






“Is it normal for you to be massaging my boobs?”

“I can stop if you want”

“I didn’t say that”

Oh my, Mazikeen can give me a massage any time


It took all I had to keep my eyes open this morning! It was my fault for going to bed late. I was watching the Princess Agents and was reading up on the Weinstein case. So disturbing it really made my blood boil! other women shaming the victims that came forward! Because somehow support is such a foreign concept among our gender we also have to make it harder for others to step forward 😡 Especially when there is a possibility that the dowdier a woman is the safer she is. (I find this notion to be true. Beauty is the eye of the beholder. For example I am not beautiful in some people’s eyes and in another I am gorgeous! So I’m harassed on some occasions) and to other women who are beautiful it is astonishing that men would find me attractive or give me attention over them. (It is astonishing to me too) I believe that is why women persecute other women. “What were you wearing? What did you say? Did you drink?”

It’s disgusting. And it makes me so sad.

When I woke up this morning to find all the #metoo posts on FB I was so disheartened.

How can this keep happening?


In the supermarket, today deciding what fruits or veggies to have for my morning smoothies. At this time of night, the supermarket is pretty dead. Just a few employees working reminding me of zombies. Half motivated to work. Clothes disheveled, vacant eyes. Elevator music playing over the PA.
I am amused by the thought of the dead working at the supermarket.
While my favorites play in my earbuds, I hum along perusing the veggies, I am suddenly distracted by something out of the corner of my eye.
You were in the fruit section. Your head cocked contemplating a melon thoughtfully. Your blonde hair pulled up away from your face by clips. You wore little makeup seemed to make your complexion glow. Your pale yellow romper complimented your golden skin. The neckline plunging low to allow a glimpse of your full round breasts. Your long legs accentuated by the heels you wore.
Lust kicked up inside me. You were sexy. Damn!
As if you sensed my stare you raised your head and turned to look at me.
Our eyes locked.
My heart began to race. Perhaps out of embarrassment that I am caught staring, I can feel my skin heating.
My breathing hitched when you hesitantly smiled, you tucked your hair behind your ear and turned your attention back to the melon in your hands.
I sigh and also went back to my basket of veggies.
“Excuse me,” I am startled. Yanking out my earbuds, I find you staring at me.
“I am sorry I was wondering if you could help me.” You bite your lip.
Butterflies in my stomach send nervous chills throughout my body, causing weak knees and light-headedness because you are more beautiful close-up.
“Ah sure,” I smile at you. “What can I do?”
“I am having trouble finding ripe melons.” you have such a defeated expression on your face that I chuckle.
“Sorry,” I apologize. “It’s not that hard.” my fingers brush yours when I take your melon. My eyes drift to your breasts. I wonder if they would fit in my palms.
Your nipples harden under my gaze. I raise my eyes back to yours. The underlying heat in the intensity of your gaze as you smile faintly sends a surge of excitement throughout my body.
Were you really here for the melon?
“First you tap it.” I murmur
“I wouldn’t mind if you tap me.” you murmur in my ear.
I thought I heard wrong. “What?”
“Right here.” you smile. “I don’t want this fucking melon. I wanted to be fucked.”
Your words are blowing my mind. “Whoa hold up, do you usually hit up the supermarket for a quick lay?”
“No” you play with my shirt “I was about to leave because no one here looked like they would be the wham bam thank you ma’am kind of person I need.”
I scoff “and I do?” did I look that desperate?
“You look like the kind of woman who will eat me here and now.” you take me by the hand and slide it inside your romper to cup your breast.
Your skin is so soft. Your breast fits in my palm.
“You find me beautiful? You want me don’t you?” you breath against my mouth.
“Of course I do.”
“then fuck me. ”
I kiss you.

  • well the beginning.
  • I am going to eat chicken now. I wish I was eating out a woman or having a guy fuck me…