14
ERIC
Ariella’s bouncy, bee-bopping a*s danced all over my d**k while they played “Kung Fu Fighting.” The way she shoved that succulent peach onto my erection made it impossible to hide my excitement. No doubt my c**k had a cake-smashing fetish. I’d been hard since seeing her shove frosting into that lowlife Jason’s face.
I needed to get her out of here so I could bury myself in her pretty little cunt.
“I’m not much of a tuxedo guy, Ariella, but if it means getting to see you dressed up like this, I’ll wear a monkey suit any day of the week.”
She laughed and grabbed my hand, her bright-green eyes meeting mine across the console of my Porsche.
Seeing that snake Jason at the party, poised to strike against her, had made my blood boil. Somehow, I’d managed not to beat his face in as h
