That One Guy
"There's always that one guy..."
He wants to fuck me. I’ve always known this. His eyes linger on my breasts. My big fat ass. We get together once a year, just the two of us. This time I’m wearing something that will signal I want...
"There's always that one guy..."
He wants to fuck me. I’ve always known this. His eyes linger on my breasts. My big fat ass. We get together once a year, just the two of us. This time I’m wearing something that will signal I want...
"Katya gets what she wants. Eventually."
The studio was colder than I expected. Not from a temperature perspective, more the atmosphere. The white light leaving no shadow to hide in, a camera already pointed at the couch and a monitor turned slightly toward where I would...