Cooper
THERE SHE IS—THE girl who has driven every terrible and wrong fantasy that I’ve had since the time puberty took hold of her and sculpted her into the woman she is today. Her t**s are more perfect than I could ever have imagined, and I’m staring at them completely bare in front of me as I feel pulses of blood between my thighs driving my c**k harder and harder.
This is bad. This is really bad. I should not be thinking about the things I want to do to her right now—about how incredible it would feel to have her lips wrapped around my hard shaft and then how divine it would be to f**k that insane rack of hers before unleashing my c*m all over her cute little chin.
I’ve seen the outfits she’s been wearing around the house get skimpier and skimpier, but I figured she was just being ob
