‘I want Arno to fuck me in a secluded place in Paris. 

I want him to enter me strongly, making me forget my name and making me think only about him and his big cock. 

I want his beautiful lips to kiss me, not letting me scream too loudly with pleasure, so that no one can find us. 

And I don’t care that my back will be scratched against the wall against which he leaned me. I don’t care that my thighs will be bruised by his hands, and my whole neck will be red from his hot kisses. 

Arno, please…’