He couldn’t seem to help himself, as though driven to leave his mark on her. It felt possessive and territorial, and she loved it, even though it wasn’t politically correct to think that way. Still standing in front of the mirror, she zipped her pants and reached for a sweater. It was the first t...
Looking down, she was pleased to see a decent amount of cleavage displayed by the silky garment. An equally impressive expanse of her lightly tanned legs stretched below the hem of the lavender shirt. The set normally included shorts, which she always wore when her dad was home, but not today. Sh...