Shattering Innocence: My First Taste of Misu’s Forbidden Heat
In my sunlit living room, parents’ car barely out of sight. Heart hammers. Misu stands there, eyes devouring me. I untie my robe. It pools at my feet. Naked. Exposed. Triumphant. Her gaze burns. She strips slow. Shirt buttons pop one by one. Hands cup her tits, teasing. Then reveals those chocolate nipples – huge,…