THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION
“This is it, you nosy little bitch.”
I stood there, towel draped loosely around my damp bikini, unable to tear my eyes away from the obscene display. “I… I didn’t mean to…”
“Shh.” Zara reached out a hand, slick with her own cum. “It’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you to find out, to see if you’d be a good little slut like me.”
The chat exploded with excitement—new viewer alerts, questions about the “hot friend in bikini.” “Bring her in!” “Make her strip!” Tips tripled, the screen lighting up like a casino.