Michael.
I've found her. The little flame who set me on fire in Sin House and fled.
I've not been myself since she left me there, helpless. Crushed.
One look at her at that booth and my brain rewired. I couldn't think straight again.
I just wanted her to put that glamorous body on me. She did, and it stoked my desire for her.
At that moment, I f*****g felt alive. Her body and sweet scent lured me in.
And when she put my c**k in that sweet mouth of hers, I went straight to ninth heaven.
She blew me up, and I became pliant in her hands.
No woman had ever owned before, but she did then. She f*****g set the pace and owned it— owned me.
She barely said a word to me then, probably to hide her voice so I wouldn't recognize it, but I remember the sonorous sound of her moans.
Oh,
