Forbidden Collection
No wonder guys at the gym chased her—she was a fucking sex goddess.
Wanna rest your head on mama’s juicy tits?” Zara purred, her lips curling into a naughty smirk.
“Yes… fuck, yes,” I said without hesitation, my voice thick with need.
“I knew you did, my dirty little bitch,” she teased, her eyes glinting with lust.
I giggled through my tears. “C’mon, wipe those tears,” she said, brushing my cheek. “Why let a pathetic boy make your eyes wet when I can make your pussy wet?”