Angela Snyder

Don’t make me tell you again. Climb on the table, lie on your back and hang your head over the edge.

You gotta look out for number one, because no one else is there for you in the end.

He can make me go from the Sahara to the Pacific Ocean with just a few choice words

If you’re still here, then sit the fuck down, buckle up and enjoy the ride like a good girl. <3

VIRGIN. INNOCENT. MINE.

Because he hurt you,”

He growls lowly in his throat before his thumb sweeps over a rivulet of tears running down my cheeks. And then I watch in awe as he brings his thumb to his mouth to taste them. “You’re so pretty when you cry,” he says, his voice deep and guttural

It makes me want to taste her, lick her, bite her and fuck her. I don’t even care in what order. I

I need to taste you again, mi pequeña cautiva

If I were a good man, I would have set you free a long time ago, mi pequeña cautiva.” Then he confesses, “But now it’s too late. I’ll never let you go.”