Intro. I grew up where people kill each other for a pair of sneakers. In a neighborhood where dogs bark more than neighbors. Here you don't even trust your own boss. In the neighborhood I grew up in, I had to earn things the hard way. And no way, race. Even so, I never stopped being a king with the morras.
Nancy, it was my morra, one of the most raffled in the neighborhood, the one that everyone turned to see when she passed by with those tight jeans and the neckline about to overflow, promising a fucking paradise. But Karlu, his sister, the youngest... uff. That little girl was my addiction, my worst vice. With that innocent doll face that made hard instantly. A simple touch and I was already thinking about putting my cock all the way in. I knew it was my mother's little sister, who was banned, but desire is a stray dog that bites without warning. And for me, nothing is forbidden.