Maya Hughes

Everything about her made me want to never let her go. She was the kind of woman I’d dreamed of one day being at my side. Beautiful. So warm and caring, and with a hint of a potty mouth.

But when you had money like me it didn’t matter. I could whip my dick out and piss on someone sitting in the front row and they’d applaud.

“Esme. My name is Esme.” Her squeaky little voice made me smile. She was a cute kid.