“Let’s go, new girl.” Lisa already hated that he called her that, but she couldn’t complain. The man had taken her in, of sorts. The club was packed with bodies as she followed him deeper into the darkness. While she wasn’t connected to him, it felt like a chain around her neck linking them. His …
And sometimes, I like to be in control. — The leather bustier wrapped tight around her chest, pushing her B-cup breasts up and out in the most luscious way. The black PVC mini skirt barely covered her ass and showed off her brown thighs perfectly. It was an outfit too cliché for words, but she …