Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Tyrone, we shouldn’t,” she said breathlessly.

But her tone was soft and trembling, betraying her desire.

Tyrone was an expert at kissing and flirting. Sabrina couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt as his Lips met hers.

His touch aroused her, and although she initially resisted with a weak and trembling reluctance, her body eventually relaxed, and she found herself unable to resist his advances. She surrendered to his touch.

But Tyrone didn’t stop. Instead, he became even more passionate.

With Lust and desire in his eyes, he Looked at Sabrina and took a deep breath.

and bit her lips, her desire almost overwhelming

reaching its peak, the faint cry of a child echoed through the hallway, shattering the sensual

and became more distinct. It was

Sabrina

pushed Tyrone gently and urged,

out of bed. He reached the door in a few strides and opened it, leaning out to

rushed towards him with tears

guest room door. Her face twisted in anger, and he could tell

a cold stare. Without

freely down her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably. The