Chapter 80
- MARCEL'S POV
- Never in one of my wildest dreams did I think Jocelyn was nasty. The way her eyes simmer with lust, the way she kneels to the floor, her eyes looking up at me like a puppy. I reach down and grab her chin to look up at me, and when she smiles, my manhood nearly bursts out of the fly of my slacks.
- Fuck. She is a nasty one. I love nasty.