ZAYLA
I hate Ziven. God, I hate him so much!
My legs wobbled as I made my way down the hallway that led to my room. My thighs were sticky from my slick and my core throbbed. Each shaky step was a reminder of his touch, how much power he...
ZAYLA
I hate Ziven. God, I hate him so much!
My legs wobbled as I made my way down the hallway that led to my room. My thighs were sticky from my slick and my core throbbed. Each shaky step was a reminder of his touch, how much power he...