Forbidden Collection
The toast popped up golden, and I grabbed it, heading to the dining table.
I sat down, biting into the crisp bread, crumbs falling on my tank top that barely contained my full tits. My phone buzzed on the table, lighting up with a notification from the app. I glanced at it, exhaling smoke through my nose. Some guy named Rex: “I want to fuck you for six hours straight. Booked online. Be here in an hour.” Attached was his address and a dick pic—thick, veined, already hard like he was jerking off just thinking about it.