Confessions, Paola's Choice

February 10, 2016

‘Whenever Jacob steals a carriage and encourages the horses with “That’s a good girl!” I imagine that’s what he says to me while I have him down my throat, with his hazel gaze half-lidded and his hands buried in my hair. And when he fucks me afterwards, hips ceaselessly rolling against mine, he lustily breathes against my ear, “That’s a good girl!” as I come.