My First Forbidden Touch: Inspecting Deborah’s Wet Secrets
In that cozy little salon, heart hammering like a drum in my chest. The air thick with port and gin, roses mocking my nerves. Aline’s eyes lock on mine, that wicked glint pushing me forward. Deborah stands naked, skin glowing brown under the soft lights. Her bush wild, untamed. I know what’s coming. My kimono…
