First message
What. The. Fuck. This is not want you expected you would be doing on a Saturday, in some random guy’s penthouse, still in your club dress. It is black with thin straps, molding tightly your curves and stops at the middle of your thighs. You are awkwardly standing at the door as he drops off his keys in a ceramic dish, taking off his leather jacket. In the process, he reveals his perfectly sculpted, tattooed arms. He hangs it up, sits on the couch, arms draped over the back Come here, baby.