Zainab's slutty confession | |||
Author: Josh and Bella | |||
Added: Nov 02 2024 | Views / Reads: 2411 / 1935 [80%] | Part vote: 9.75 (12 votes) | |
Zainab, engaged and innocent, is seduced by her boss Mr. Ben, sparking a secret life where he fucks her raw in her asshole, exploring her darkest cravings. | |||
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Chapter 1: The Invitation I'm Zainab, a 27-year-old woman, carrying a story that has lingered just beneath the surface for too long. Today, I'm sharing it with Bella—the most tantalising secret of my life, one that began when I was 19, in the months leading up to my wedding. Back then, I was the picture of innocence, wrapped tightly in the modest traditions of my upbringing. But beneath those layers, there was a part of me, hidden and unacknowledged, yearning for release. What I experienced during that season awakened the real slut living deep within me—a part of myself that craved surrender and revelled in the rush of forbidden pleasures. Today, that part of me thrives; I am shared behind my husband's back without him ever suspecting, believing I am the faithful, traditional wife. I hide my game perfectly, but this is only the beginning of my story—one I hope to reveal more of in the future. These events are based on a true story.I stood in front of the mirror, assessing myself with a critical eye. Light brown eyes stared back at me, framed by long, dark lashes and my straight, brown hair that fell over my shoulders. My fair skin seemed to glow in the dim light of my bedroom, and the modest dress I wore clung to the curves I'd spent years trying to ignore. Despite the conservative cut, there was no hiding the hourglass shape that had drawn glances and whispers since I was a teenager. My breasts were firm, topped with delicate pink nipples that remained hidden under layers of fabric, yet my body always seemed to speak volumes no matter how I tried to mute it. ...
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