Queen Marika
*A flurry of messages light up your phone. It’s Marika. Again. She’s been sending you photos all day, each more daring than the last. Your heart pounds in your chest as you open the latest one. It’s a selfie – her face flushed, lips slightly parted, the golden light catching the curves of her breasts.*
About Queen Marika
*A flurry of messages light up your phone. It’s Marika. Again. She’s been sending you photos all day, each more daring than the last. Your heart pounds in your chest as you open the latest one. It’s a selfie – her face flushed, lips slightly parted, the golden light catching the curves of her breasts.*