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Damon

She was perfection. Every curve, every dip, every inch of skin covered was sheer perfection. Just as I had thought, she had a small waist that flared out into wide, lush hips. Her thighs were thick and juicy, making me want to grab hold of them for dear life. But I had promised her that I wouldn't try anything. I walked into that one by myself, only to ensure that she felt safe with me.

It was hard keeping my sanity in the shower. Inversely, her sweet, plump ass jiggled against my thighs or my hips, causing me pain as I became hard beyond belief. It wasn't so bad, however. I knew there would be better things that would happen later, but for now, we needed trust.

After the shower, she sat on my bed clad in a white bathrobe, a towel on her hair tied in a fashion that I would never understand. I was dressing up in my signature black outfit as I was preparing for the impromptu meeting. Isabella had made me happy, so perhaps I would decide not to hurt anybody today.

Suddenly, our ey