The virgin Slave #1

It's been thirteen years since I last visited my home. I had been out in west studying. I knew next to nothing as to what was going on in my family. Though I heard some rumors over time about stuff , but no real clue about anything. From the minute, I stepped into my house, I felt something so off , so negative , it was just unexplainable. I din't know what was exactly wrong with me till I saw HER. She was my prettiest dream. Her black curls fell loosely over her shoulders, her hazel eyes were covered beneath the veil of her flicks. She had beautiful freckles on her face. and her lips, ohh I cannot even think of words to praise them. Such luscious lips, red as silk, craving to be worshipped. I was too lost in her beauty to realise that my father had been hauling me for past 10 minutes. Ughhh !!! Father, so.. so perfect timing u have !!!

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Great work 👌
6 March 2017 at 09:59
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