The room is still heavy with the last man’s scent when I change the sheets. My skin stings with small bruises blooming along my thighs and ass, and y mouth is swollen from all that rough f*****g I just received.
I should feel wrecked, and in some ways I do, but there’s a buzz under my skin that keeps me alive, like every client winds me up tighter instead of wearing me out.
Even my p***y isn't tired of receiving the sweet c***s, p***y and attention it is getting.
Maria sends a message to my work phone this time, informing me of my next and final client for the night. He's a new one. Not a regular, but that's totally fine. We get new clients all the time.
When the door opens this time, the energy is different immediately. He doesn’t storm in. Doesn’t bark orders. He simply steps insi
