Filthy Fu*ck Dreams
He dressed leisurely, letting her eyes feast jeans hugging his ass, shirt stretching over his chest before leaning down for a bruising kiss, tongue claiming her one last time.
Drop your own fantasies here, readers. Tell me in the comments: What would you do if you were Zelda right now? Begging for more? Spill your dirtiest reading experience, did this make you cum untouched? Soak your panties? Drop it below, and maybe I'll write your next obsession.
With a wink, Jax sauntered out, door clicking shut, leaving Zelda alone in the sunlit bed sated, teased, and utterly craving. The air hummed with possibility. What’s your fantasy? Share it now.
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