Rough

Jared I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not the guy next door. I don’t even play nice. My hands twisting in your hair, my whispered demand in your ear—I’m the fantasy you’ll wish you never had. When I’m through with you, every inch of your body will know where I’ve been. Your only thought will be the insatiable ache between your legs as my name drags across your lips. You won’t crave more, you’ll beg for it. Because I’m not just a cocky smile with military hardened muscles you paid five grand for—I’m the experience you’ll never forget. One night with me and you’ll know exactly why women pay me to be rough. JaredI'm not your boyfriend. I'm not the guy next door. I don't even play nice.My hands twisting in your hair, my whispered demand in your ear - I'm the fantasy you'll wish you never had.When I'm through with you, every inch of your body will know where I've been. You won't crave more, you'll beg for it. Because I'm not just the cocky smile with military hardened muscles you paid five grand for - I'm the experience you'll never forget.One night with me and you'll know exactly why women pay me to be rough.