"Carrying your baby?", I asked finally surprised.
He leaned comfortably in the back of his chair, running his index finger and thumb in a circular motion over his slightly grown, sharp beard.
“I won’t go into too much detail, but let’s say , this will be the solution to your problems.”
I snorted at his words. Well this was simply magnificent but to him! Still I  remained  silent, not giving him the pleasure of looking once in his direction.
“So, what’s your answer?”, He went on shamelessly.

Carrying the billionaire’s Child

"Mr. Wilson...what are you doing?" I whispered, trying to close my legs, but he kept his hands over my thighs.
"The question is, Mila, what the fuck are you doing? Touching yourself? Do you not have a boyfriend that gets you off?" He grinned devilishly, and I got even wetter.
"That...that is none ...

Don’t want to be a stripper

The new job

You can’t be my secretary 

Be my mistress

The offer

Meet me

Why me

He is my heir

No cheating

In the club again

Can't forget him

Best sex

Her mother

Lost in thoughts

Meet him again

So handsome and hot

So sexy

Everything you want

No feelings

Touch yourself

Masturbating

Her secrets

Thinking about her

Desires

Worry about you

Want a taste of her

Her personal space

We are not friends 

Feel safe

Lose her

Makes sense now

Fuck me

Like it rough

Wet for him

Best blow job

Have no feelings

Mean everything

Fantasies

Want you so bad

Taste of her

Don't let go

So beautiful 

Mine