Chapter 5.
Isadora’s heart skipped at the sudden realization.
Agency? Slut? w***e. All those names were for call girls. And she wasn't. She was a call girl. But how does she explain that she wasn't? How does she explain she wasn't a call girl when her body was burning and her p***y was dripping and desiring more of him?
She should pull away, a voice whispered in her head, but Isadora was too weak, too needy, and too helpless to pull away.
Her skin was on fire, and her p***y was pleading and dripping so hard for him to f**k her.
She didn't want this… but her body wanted it and she couldn't fight against it.
So she just settled into his huge arms, reminding herself that she would never meet him again, and this…. This was just a one-night thing, to get rid of the state Manson has
