She saw the bookstore, the live sex shows advertised in bold, neon letters. Her pussy throbbed, her body aching with a need she could no longer ignore. “Please, Marcus. Kayla gasped, her body jerking, her hand stroking him faster, harder. She was the star of the website, the center of attention, the object of desire. You here for the amateur night, sugar?”
Kayla nodded, her lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps. She slipped into a tight, low-cut dress, the hem riding high on her thighs, the neckline plunging to reveal her cleavage. You understand?”
She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. “Kayla.” Her name sounded foreign on her lips, like she was someone else, someone braver, someone more willing to embrace her darkest desires. “Open your mouth, Kayla,” he commanded. Her heart pounded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She pushed aside the prim blouses and pencil skirts, her hands lingering on a black lace bra and matching thong.
