Arther's POV
She seemed to be different from what I imagined. Her timidity and desire were so contradictory that I even had desire for her.
There was a moment when her back was turned to me where I wanted to f**k her, to make her scream and be filled and violated.
I rarely had such desire for women, and I hated all relationships that require me to initiate them, so the women who have jumped on me in the past, I have loved when they have taken the initiative to ride my lap and greet me passionately with hot red lips.
Cynthia seemed to be the first woman to make me crave, and I loved that she was like a little bunny. If she was red-eyed and sobbing to be filled, what would she say? Would she cry and say no, or would she wrap her arms around my neck like a good doll and call my name innoc
