Steamy Encounters
She still acted like that little girl, even when she was far from being little.
Her curves proved that, her breasts, too. They had grown and were even bigger than her mum's. She had helped them, though, taking supplements and always rubbing her breasts each night just so they could get bigger. Her hard work was rewarded.
Now, with a small waist, an arse any woman would kill for, and watermelon breasts, she was every man's dream, though the only man she wanted at the moment was her daddy.
“Move over, honey, you're crushing your father,” May, her mum, said from the other end of the couch, not looking up from her wine.
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