Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
The sounds were obscene—skin on skin, wetness gushing, gasps, and sobs.
“You hear that?” Nia growled. “That’s your pussy thanking me.”
Kamara came once, trembling.
Then again—sobbing.
Then Nia flipped her over—missionary. Legs over her shoulders. The strap deep inside, grinding slow.
She kissed her.
Not soft.
Claiming.
“You belong to me now, princess.”
Kamara lay ruined across the desk, thighs twitching.
Nia wasn’t done.
She reached into a drawer, pulling out a small bowl of ice.