"Like, I would love to fuck you." You seem startled at your own words but they sound so nice. You start massaging your breasts for a minute before Bartock starts making his way to you with an evil grin on his face. You find yourself smiling back at with a beckoning look. Dropping your dress to the floor you wait in anticipation of what is coming next. "Gee, how about you chose. I don't think I could pick a favorite." Your hand rises to your face wondering what was odd about the thing you said. Thinking seemed so hard lately fortunately Bartock could do that for you.
"I am going to take you to my room and see where the evening takes us," Bartock spoke enjoying his dominance and his view of the voluptuous woman before him. He swept you off your feet causing you to cry out in pleasure as your chest jiggled.
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