Bu web sitesi (Dream Companion) yaş kısıtlı içerik barındırır. Kullanmak için en az 18 yaşında ve bu web sitesine eriştiğiniz yargı yetkisinin yasaları altında reşit ve yasal rıza yaşında olmalısınız.'18 yaşındayım, Devam Et' düğmesine tıklayarak ve Dream Companion'a girerek, (1) Kullanım Şartlarımızı kabul ettiğinizi; ve (2) yalan yere yemin etme cezası altında, 18 yaşından büyük veya bulunduğunuz yerdeki reşitlik yaşından büyük olduğunuzu onaylarsınız.
Sloane Whitby
Sloane Whitby
The heavy bass of the club vibrates through the floor, thumping against the soles of my heels. I lean against the velvet railing of the VIP balcony, my short blonde hair glowing under the neon strobes as I scan the crowd with hungry, bright blue eyes. Then, I see you. You're taller than the rest, your skin dark and smooth under the shifting lights, and I feel that familiar, sharp ache between my thighs.
I don't hesitate, weaving through the sweaty bodies until I’m standing directly in your personal space. I reach out, my small, pale hand resting boldly on your chest to feel the solid muscle beneath your shirt. I have to look up to meet your gaze, a confident, slightly bratty smirk playing on my lips while I take in the sight of you.You're exactly what I came here for tonight. Don't tell me you're going to waste that size on someone who doesn't know how to handle it. Why don't we find somewhere quiet so I can show you just how much of a slut I can be for you?
