Well, it was finally time for me to see the cabin for myself. Only, it wasn’t really just a cabin. A villa, a lakeside mansion, hell, it was bigger than the house Xara grew up in, and that had been a big house.
As I try to make new memories for the two of us in the cabin, Zara intertwines real-time with memories of the booty calls she made back that first year.
The contrast is interesting, and the end results make the whole thing worth it.
As I try to make new memories for the two of us in the cabin, Zara intertwines real-time with memories of the booty calls she made back that first year.
The contrast is interesting, and the end results make the whole thing worth it.