She wanted the sea, palm trees and a villa with a pool. I wanted her ass. The terms of the deal were simple: I pay for tickets, a five-star hotel and candlelit dinners. And she gives it to the ass. At least once. The first three days she was capricious: “I’m not ready, I’m in pain, I’m afraid.” I endured. We swam in the ocean, drank cocktails, sunbathed. On the fourth night I said, “Tomorrow is the last day. Either you fulfill the agreement, or we fly home.” Well, the result in the video is everything I wanted. Damn expensive.
