Her Fetish
In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently.
This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved.
I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart.
My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.
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