“I want to fuck,” she said, her voice steady, her body on fire. 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 cried out, her nails digging into his back, her body arching off the stage to meet his thrusts. Marcus stepped back, his chest heaving, a cruel smile on his lips. But she didn’t. The door swung shut behind her, sealing her fate, pushing her further into the unknown, into the darkness, into the sin she craved. Kayla gasped, her body jerking, her hand stroking him faster, harder. “That’s enough, sweetheart. 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.
