BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION
Caroluchywhy i hate my mother bookmy mama told me when i was youngwhen mama told me when i was youngshort story about a mother
My hips started lifting to chase the friction he was giving me.
The kiss turned molten—wet, messy, endless—our lips sliding, tongues tangling, teeth grazing, breaths shared in desperate little pants between each damn claiming pull.
My head was starting to get light from his kisses, and the music filled my ears.
🎶 *(Ride it) just lose control*
*(Ride it, ride it) come touch my soul*
*(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you*
*(Ride it) turn the lights down low*