I imagine the stubble on my chin scratching the smooth skin of your parted thighs

I will show you the dirty parts of heaven.

My ways are dark and Dominant I never pretend they can be anything else for anyone

You know the only consequence of my dark delicious decadent game Is that you will never find one quite like it again

Looks familiar? Dakota.

Walk the floors of hell and find the keys to the gates of your own heaven, buried there like a seed.

She is what wet dreams are made of.