"Yes, I need money, so I must sell myself for money! So what?" Savannah bit her lip and raised her head angrily.
Dylan gritted his teeth and picked her up, and headed for the changing room. He kicked the door closed and locked it.
Fortunately, there was no one else in the room.
"What are you doing?!" Savannah recovered from the shock and kicked and slapped him.
"Don't you ask for money? Well, pleasure me, and I can give you whatever you want. It's much better than being felt by others in a bikini!"
The air in the room was filled with Dylan's angry shouts. Every word and phrase was full of rage and fury. Dylan left her on a bench in the middle of the room.
With a bang, Savannah felt that her bones were falling apart. Before she struggled to get up, he leaned over, grabbed her shoulder, and tore her bikini top away.
The only clothes on her upper body left.
What humiliated her, even more, was that the impressive length of his body was against hers. It was growing big and firm--
