Twisted Beautiee 2: An Erotic Thriller

You fucked me because you wanted to - because you wanted me… I said matter-of-factly. You’ve been fuckin’ my husband for weeks - hell - for all I know - you probably fuckin’ other men too - he can’t trust you any more than I can trust him… I laughed. It’s not what you think! he yelled. What the fuck is it then? I yelled back. Have you been fuckin’ my husband or not? I love him! he yelled. You what? I asked as I got up in his face. I love him, he sighed as he sat down and covered his face with his hands… And I love you too… You love me? Since when? I’ve always loved you Beautiee, he said as he tried to put his hand on my shoulder. You’ve got major issues, I laughed as I pushed his hand off my shoulder. I’m serious Beautiee. Well - you’ve got a fucked up way of showing it, I laughed. I never meant to hurt you…, he sighed. Yea - you and Bazil have that in common, I laughed. Look Beautiee… we couldn’t help it… Don’t waste your breath Trevor, I interrupted as I got up to leave. Ya know - it’s a shame you’re not straight, I said as I put my gun in my bag and I put my bag on my shoulder. You’re nice lookin’, you have a good job, a nice portfolio, and a nice dick - you could use a refresher course in how to please a woman but overall, I’d say you have potential, I said as I put on my coat and headed towards the door…