“God, Hannah. I’ve been thinking about fucking you. It’s like there’s something wrong with me. I can’t stop thinking about it. I want my body against yours, my cock inside of you. It’s driving me wild. Does that frighten you?” — M Pierce Copy Share Image
“God, Hannah. I’ve been thinking about fucking you. It’s like there’s something wrong with me. I can’t stop thinking about it. I want my… — M Pierce Copy Share Image
“No pictures,” I told Hannah on Skype. “No specifics, no last name, no phone number. Nothing. I don’t want to know you, and I… — M Pierce Copy Share Image
