Hermosa & the Bi☥ch

Me: Confession: My life is at a turning point because I realized I have trust issues. I don't trust myself or others... Chanelly_B: good you know. Now what are you going to do to change that? Me: *sighs* good question. I'm giving ppl opportunities to gain/have my trust & I'm being more forthcoming bout my issues & past. Just h8 when they f-ck up. Chanelly_B: and why don't you trust yourself?  Me: Hurt ppl, hurt ppl. Chanelly_B: so you don't trust yourself because you think you'll hurt them on purpose? Me: I won't say I hurt thm on purpose. I just do things for my personal pleasure & don't regret if they get hurt in the process... Chanelly_B: & u try to hurt them before they hurt u? Me: I only do so when I'm hurting thou Chanelly_B: Because they hurt u knowingly? Me: Yuuup. I'll say what bothers me. I'll exhibit I'm not happy. They choose to ignore. They choose to be hurt... I just don't like hurti

        "What's ya fantasy." he questioned "In a glass elevator."  she replied "Wow! With a dedicated audience? Or just there?" he asked intrigued. "If people are around watching that's on them." she claimed It was obvious in his tone he was turned on.She could hear his pants being undone. "What would you be wearing?"  "The person I'm with." she giggled. He moaned. "A red off the shoulder gown. No under garments. Easy access."  "Tell me more." he pleads "Face against the glass. He's taking me from behind. The glass is cold against my boobs. Nipples hard. As he rams me harder, I reach down and rub my clit." She hears silent moans and the sound of him pleasing himself, his breathing a bit rushed. "His hand is intertwined in mine above our heads. Using the railing as a grip, he plunges harder. He bites my left shoulder, I scream in agony and joy as I cum with