Scene Description:
Tasha lounged on the phone with her friend, barely listening, when the caterers burst in hauling crates of wine and finger food for her parents' stuffy tasting that night. The second Danny swaggered through the kitchen door—tall, ripped, with that thick bulge straining his pants her pussy clenched and her mind went straight to filthy. She had to peel those clothes off him, taste every inch, ride him raw. And Tasha always gets exactly what she wants.
