Marked by fate
My cock strains against my jeans, like a steel fucking rod
"Can I take this off?" Xander asks, tugging at her shirt oversized t-shirt.
Zahra hesitates. Her heart rate picks up, and through the bond I feel her fear spike, but then it settles into something else. Trust? and She nods.
Xander pulls the shirt over her head. She's naked underneath and I inhale sharpy, my cock twitches at the sight of her, in her perfect glory, fuck she’s a goddess. Her skin is silky soft pale and flushed pink Her breasts are perfect. Small and round, her nipples already hard the dusky pink of her areolas like a fucking homing beacon drawing me in. I groan softly. And I hear Xander’s beside me, his eyes are locked
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