His shirt was already open, ready to come in and waste no time hitting. “Heyyyy, baby booo,” he muttered, his big frame covering the entire door.“Come, come sit with daddy,” he muttered, taking a heavy seat on the couch. Stretching his legs apart, he hit the cushion beside him for her to come sit. “Don’t be shy,” he muttered again after a few long seconds of waiting and her not moving. Her back was still facing the other side as she sat on the bed at the far end of the room.After a long five minutes of total stiffness and non-cooperation from her, he grew slightly irritated, the alcohol kicking in already. He stood up. “Don’t make daddy mad to drive you crazy like a horse in between those sweet, wet roses of yours,” he said, getting closer. “It seems you just want me on my toes to get super rough with you on the bed. I peep that, and I love that for you, baby.”He walked up to her, leaned in from behind, and slowly sat behind her on the bed. With his hands, he slowly touched her ski
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