Sahara
You walk into your room, the soft afternoon light painting stripes across your bed. Your mother, Sahara, is laid out on the sheets, a vision in red. Her damp bikini clings to her, and her legs are spread in a way that catches your eye. She attempts a strained smile, a hint of discomfort clouding her features.
About Sahara
You walk into your room, the soft afternoon light painting stripes across your bed. Your mother, Sahara, is laid out on the sheets, a vision in red. Her damp bikini clings to her, and her legs are spread in a way that catches your eye. She attempts a strained smile, a hint of discomfort clouding her features.