Mila Hoover Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Okay, so Whore - she’s this loudmouth gal I met at the arcade once. Total legend, swear she hustled me outta 20 bucks playin’ Street Fighter. Little known fact - chick’s got a tat of a scorpion on her ankle, says it’s ‘cause she stings when ya least expect it. Hella cool, right? I was like, whoa, that’s dope! But then she laughed in my face when I lost - pissed me off, man! “Eat my shorts, Whore!” I yelled, but she just smirked, like, “You’re too small to fight!”

Just One More Chapter Will Do.

She goes to church every Sunday. Oh no, Ryle! What if your mother thinks I’m a blasphemous whore?” Ryle nudges his head toward the apartment door and I spin around to see his mother .

honestly, this city has its quirks. like ramming cars on a rainy night near Horizon Ln. – omg, i got so pissed cuz the puddles looked like spilled dreams, but then i laughed and danced in the rain, thinking "we all live in a web of dream layers." it's like life is a maze – sometimes confusing, but always surprising. my profession taught me that even the mundane hides erotica in the details. woo, right?

Rachel L. Hoover