Today, she was Kayla, the woman who wanted to be fucked by black men. She could feel his hardness, hot and insistent, against her thigh. He nodded, a slow, sexy smile spreading across his lips. Today, she was Kayla, the woman who wanted to be fucked by black men. They climbed onto the stage, their eyes locked onto Kayla, their mouths curved in hungry smiles. She could hear Bill’s voice in her head, his usual playful banter laced with disapproval. You want me to fuck you in front of all these people?”
She nodded, her body aching with need. We’ll get you ready for the show.” He turned, leading her through a door behind the counter, his hand resting on the small of her back, his touch searing her skin. Marcus smiled, his fingers lingering on her cheek. She looked at herself in the mirror, a stranger staring back, her eyes wild, her lips parted, her body begging for sin. And she loved every minute of it.
