You pull my hair back until my eyes start to water you’re ******* the face of somebodies daughter. my spit overflows coating my chin a delicious cocktail of pre *** and sin.
he places his hand softly on my cheek a face so innocent, a face so sweet, the face of a woman who’s just trying to eat, the reality of the situation eventually settles in. This isn’t a passionate love shared between two adults but a business deal consenting money for pleasure.