Owning Mr.Innocent Green Eye Stripper

“Being stripper doesn't mean I'm into sex Miss Hestia.” He muttered in low voice. He stand up and start to pick up his clothes that scattered around. “Wait! What are you doing Farvo?” I stand up from laying. As I walked and stopped in front of him, “don't leave me tonight Farvo, remember I told you that I pay you big time because I really want you tonight.” I beg. But he didn't bother to buy it and start to wear his pants. So, even I didn't really know how to do it,I fell my knees on the floor, kneeling in front of his bulge.Forcing to remove his boxer from his hold. “I can work on this for you to forgive me,” I started to encircle my hands on his, who's not even circling enough due to his bigger size. “W-wait, I-I thought it was easy! H-how should I… c-continue this?” I even laugh at myself but he just stared at me with his green eyes. “Damn it!” He muttered different curses and then he went down with me, pulling me back up. “Don't suggest to do things,you can't do Miss,” he

I broke down in tears, realizing how that promise faded the moment I took those pills. Because deep down, I was starting to admit the truth—that I wanted him sexually and even now, sober and hurting, I was still craving him.As I admitting it,my fantasies went that I slowly thinking of him on my top,his finger was on my hole as he saviour my body that I just found my finger touching my core to safistied my fantasy that making me imagine he was the one do that.“F—far…..vo more,” I moaned his name. I heard my own voice sober yet moaning a man.This isn't me anymore, I hate man for all my life yet now I moaning and craving for him.I deeper my finger and add another one, trying to remember how it works,I slowly move my finger up and down till my body got tremble when I release.“So good,I wish it was Farvo who's doing that,” I whispered as I let myself finish and remove my finger.I reach for a wipes to clean myself and thinking how to satisfied myself more without him ‘cause I know he

Three weeks had passed since that agreement, and somehow everything between us had settled into this strange, addictive rhythm. We had just finished—still breathless, bodies warm, the room quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. I was lying back on the bed, trying to steady my heartbeat, while he sat at the edge, head lowered, catching his breath.Then his phone rang.He shot up immediately. It wasn’t a normal reaction—it was sharp, almost instinctive, like a soldier snapping to attention. He didn’t even bother reaching for his clothes; he simply stood, skin still flushed, and grabbed his phone from the drawer as if the call was something he couldn’t afford to miss. I watched his back tense, the muscles shifting under his skin as he checked the caller ID. His jaw tightened. Whatever it was, it wasn’t something casual.Farvo turned toward the bathroom, already raising the phone to his ear. He was halfway through his first step when I lifted my hand slightly—just a simple