Dillion Harper’s Delicious Treat!

Kayla shivered at his touch, her voice barely a whisper. It’s time for the main event.” She opened her eyes, her breath hitching as she saw him step onto the stage, his body moving with a predatory grace. She cried out, her nails digging into his back, her body arching off the stage to meet his thrusts. The voice on the other end, deep and smooth like aged whiskey, replied, “Well, aren’t you a breath of fresh air? “I’m Marcus. She was theirs, completely and utterly theirs. She drank in the raw, explicit images, her panties growing damp as she imagined herself in their place, submission dripping from her like juice on a ripe fruit. Her eyes widened when she stumbled upon a club that promised amateur nights, regular folks just like her, stripping down and fucking for the pleasure of strangers. She parked in the lot, her eyes scanning the other cars, her breath coming in short gasps.