Yours, Daddies!
Zavian whispered softly, taking a step closer and holding her hand.
Isadora turned to Damian, but he looked unfazed, like he had a quiet confidence that she would choose him.
Perhaps, just maybe, choosing could actually help prevent the fight between them.
“I choose…” her eyes darted to Damian, then back at Zavian.
“I choose…” she whispered, staring at them with a heart full of desire and a pussy which was currently dripping and pulsing with a mad desire for the two of them.