My First Anal Surrender: The Car Crash That Shattered My Innocence
It started with a crash on that empty supermarket lot. His old 504 backed into my R5’s bumper. Karim stepped out, pissed but hot in that brooding way. Thirty-ish, dark eyes. I barely noticed, thinking of Jean-Paul, my boyfriend. But damage meant insurance. We set a meet at my place, Place de l’Armoise, number 8….