Grind

Dane

I'm silent. I'm trained. I'm lethal.

My hand skimming down your thigh, my gaze a weapon-I know more ways to kill you than please you.

But you're not paying for my aim. You're paying for my control. Bringing you a breath away from ecstasy, watching you beg as I hold back your release, I'll show you exactly what you've been missing. Your hunger is my currency and five thousand is my price. I only have one rule-no repeats, because I'm not for keeps. I'm for sale.

One slow grind and I'll give you exactly what you paid for.