If only I was his idea of a goddess.
But she was so not his type. Jake went for the blonde Barbie dolls with large breasts, impossibly thin waists, long legs, and low IQs. Maddy was far, far removed from that image. Her hair was shoulder length, fiery red and extremely curly. Her breasts, while pert and firm, barely filled out a C cup. She wore a curvy size fourteen, considered her legs to be only average, and held a Ph.D. Although she knew men thought her pretty, she could never measure up to one of the beauties that usually captured Jake’s attention.
“Come on, Red. You can tell your ol’ friend Jake.”
I want you, Jake. I fantasize about you all night, every damn night. Hard, fast, and dangerously wild f*****g. I want you to take control, and lavish me with more pleasure than I can hand
