Good girls don't fuck their cousins
“Come on Cole, fuck me,” I urged, “punish me for being a bad girl.”
I walked downstairs in only a thong and an over sized T-shirt. Sauntering into the kitchen I started to make some breakfast. Drake sat down at the island and I couldn’t help but grin when I remembered what happened on that island last night. I was so lost in my memory that I dropped the plate I was holding. “Shit,” I gasped jumping back. I swept it up and put it in the bin. Suddenly a little smirk worked its way to my fac...