My First Time with the Bailiff: Shattering My Innocence
That low-floating bed in our tacky purple bedroom. Heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I’d stripped naked, sobbing, offering myself to stop the eviction. Hubert Chodar, tall, shaved head, steel-blue eyes, circled me. His gaze burned. Fear twisted with something hot, forbidden. My plump body exposed—soft belly, heavy thighs, full tits. I’d never…