NYC Freaky Tales: Dashawn & Annabelle

NYC Freaky Tales: Dashawn & Annabelle

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College nights in NYC don't hit like home-they hit harder. And two Bronx natives living on campus in Manhattan are about to find out just how hard. Dashawn's quiet, calculating, barely holding it together under campus lights. But when Annabelle slides into his life-all curls, curves, and Dominican spice-things are about to heat up. He's stuck in his own head... until she pulls him out. This ain't insta-love-it's a slow burn with juice, tension, and a freak streak waiting to spark. Little did they know, nothing would be the same once the match was lit. Theirs is just the beginning-one story in a growing universe of filthy, layered NYC heat. Welcome to NYC Freaky Tales.
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