Forbidden Collection
And now here I am.
Destiny walks over during the break, still in the half-open Mrs. Claus coat, tits bouncing with every step. She smells like vanilla and sex. She puts a hand on my bare chest, looks up at me with those big brown eyes, and smiles like she already knows I’m about to lose my mind.
“You nervous, sweetheart?” she asks, voice soft now.
“Little bit,” I admit. My voice cracks like I’m fourteen again.
“Don’t be. Just pretend the camera’s not there. Pretend it’s just you and me and I’ve been teasing you all year.” She leans in, lips brushing my ear. “I want you to fuck me like you’re trying to erase her name from your head.”