Ruined by a Stranger

The bar is crowded and noisy, but somehow you find me with your eyes before your hands ever touch me. You somehow see me and know that I'm not the same as the other women in this place. It's like you can smell it on me. That I'm already wet between my thighs. That I need to be used. That if you pulled me into a dark, shadowy corner, I wouldn’t tell you no.

Ruined by a Stranger by TwistedLittleDoll

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