Tamara rose from the water like a mermaid, her string bikini clinging to every sinful curve. The tiny triangles of fabric left nothing to the imagination—just taut brown skin, glistening under the Lagos sun. But Ginika? Ah, Ginika! Her polka-dot...
Tamara rose from the water like a mermaid, her string bikini clinging to every sinful curve. The tiny triangles of fabric left nothing to the imagination—just taut brown skin, glistening under the Lagos sun. But Ginika? Ah, Ginika! Her polka-dot...