Viktor
She’s horny. Because of me? Because of what I did earlier — the way I kissed her neck, the way I grabbed her waist? Pride swelled in my chest, hot and addictive. I had made Red Fox… my Red Fox, my Scarlett… wet tonight. The same woman I’d been quietly in love with for a year.
I quickly sent the payment, doubled her rate again, and started the private video call. The fire emojis were already set to cover my face. I stripped off my shirt, sat back in my chair, and wrapped my hand around my c**k. It was already rock hard, throbbing from the memory of her body against mine in her apartment.
The call connected. There she was — mask and red wig on, looking every bit the untouchable fantasy I’d tipped thousands into over the past year. But now I knew exactly who was behind it.
She lean
