18 FISHNET GIRL’S FIRST FUCK – CANDICE DELAWARE

18 FISHNET GIRL’S FIRST FUCK – CANDICE DELAWARE Her messy red hair cascaded down her chest over one shoulder, obscuring one of her heavy breasts. “You were going to ask me?”

“To marry me, yeah,” I said, donning my socks and shoes. Dillon’s sister was nineteen and wild—two things I wasn’t. “Phoebe is fine.”

I nodded and gave her a weak smile. A whole fucking month? Imagine if I’d already bought a ring and everything,” I replied, my mouth tightening in disgust just before taking another sip of coffee. I tightened my grip on her throat and bit harder into her shoulder, intending to leave teeth marks that would take days to disappear. It was on-brand for Dillon. I didn’t complain, as it meant more time with my dick in her. I reached up with my other hand and wrapped it around her throat. How the hell could she be confused at any part of my reaction? I told her to leave and lock the door on the way out. He was probably right. “…How am I supposed to get there?” She asked with a timid note in her voice. Finally, she responded, “A month.”

I launched myself off the bed and walked away from her. “There’s sixty-something dollars in the side drawer. “I can’t be here,” I said. We only saw a handful of apartments the first two days she was in