Doorstep Devotion: My First Raw Rimjob Surrender
I’d passed that massage parlor every damn day. Heart pounding, palms sweaty. Twenty-seven, single, horny as hell. Friend out of town—perfect excuse. Pushed the door open. Bells jingled. There she was. Clara. Stunning. Curves that screamed sin. ‘Sir?’ Her voice like velvet. ‘Massage with happy ending?’ I nodded, clueless. No massage happened. She locked eyes….