Rose s fantasies Volume I
The adrenaline is still pumping through my veins. And yet I am fucked. Literally. As I lay on my bed in my torn skirt I can only imagine the colour of my arse cheeks. My lips are swollen from where she bit me. You see, I don't usually do these kinds of things. Even when Rachel had told me about this invite for a very exclusive masquerade sex party, I had made up an excuse. But she convinced me. She always does. She had been right though, even if she didn't know it and was only joking, I...