I Am Love, Mr. Billionaire!

reams. There's not the slightest doubt in my mind that he wanted my company to show me off to his friends. That's a

ner is my favorite sex partner, he masters the act to drive me to those heavenly orgasms. I hardly ever turn d

famous women haunt me, but I flout all of it. They all know I am Loraine Windrug, the youngest self-made billionaire on this continent, more beautiful than miss universe, and crazy and free. I wrap any man I want around my finger,

his chest. I can already hear the gossip machines working overtime, the cameras on the mobile phones in overdrive. Danner and I are sure to

lso a good financial hit for media outlets. But my own booming software company is also benefiting from all this media attentio

ainly like successful men and their business gets full publicity after our escapades. A b

ed to seductive oral sex, which still gives us the ultimate satisfaction. I never go for that to a house, hotel or other enclos

as I am. Sometimes I suspect him of being gay and using me as a cover-u

we are having a great time, I see a man sauntering towards us with a glass in his hand. I remember him as Alex, an ex-lover. A few months ago, I went on a date wi

" I invite him to our table. He responds imme

quaintances, they atte

ch other like rivals. "Danner, shall we spend the evening together, the

fill in someday. And I'm so ready for a threesome tonight. Danner doesn't di

ntention is. Clearing his throat in the familiar nervousness, he silently stares at his former college mat

y juices leaking onto my panties. My burning nipples are erect, waiting for the lips of these men to cool