Waking the Escort: My Secret Night with Ingrid
Heart slamming in my chest, I burst into my hotel room. There she is. Ingrid. Or Laure. Sprawled on my bed like a fucking goddess. Rose and black gown hiked up, tits spilling out the low neckline, heaving slow with sleep. Blonde hair wild on the pillow. Innocent face, but I know better. After Clara’s […]
The Triangle of Laure: My Secret Obsession with Ingrid
Hotel room. Dim light from the hallway spills in. Scratch at the door. Heart jumps. I open it. There she stands—blonde bombshell, blue eyes piercing. Ingrid. Patrick’s ‘gift.’ My cock twitches instantly. What the fuck? She’s real, flesh and curves, not some fantasy. She steps in, room too small. Our bodies brush. Perfume hits me—musky, […]