บททั้งหมดของ Sin For me, Daddy.: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Chapter 80. Rosealba’s head turned in Drystan’s direction, her palm, shielding the sight of her slightly parted lips. A knowing smile stretched his lips—a reflection of how he felt from within—seeing her smile. Rosealba’s eyes glanced back to the room and her breath caught again like it was the first glance of it. The warm glow of the golden sconces cast a soft, dreamy light over the space. Deep red balloons were tied with delicate gold ribbons and they floated along the ceiling, swaying in gentle movement that welcomed her in. Rosealba took a step in, her shoe dropping onto soft petals, lush and velvety that were scattered across the polished floor and plush leather seats, filling the air with their intoxicating scent. Her heart melted as her legs navigated through the lush—petals that were littered on the floor, yet gave the space an ethereal feel. Her eyes glimmered with warmth as she stared around, breathing in the scent of petals. Men like Drystan. A man whose pu

Rosealba stared beneath her nose, glaring at the sight of her dress that was within the reach of her eyes. She ran her sweaty palm against her clothes, nervous to take a step. She had been standing for 5 minutes after she fixed her dress and wore the shoe that Drystan handed over to her, but she couldn't take a step forward. She had worn this dress without a mirror to inform her of her look and she feared that she might not look good, but she trusted Drystan to always provide her with an outfit that aligned with her body type. Rosealba took a step forward, her Christian Louboutin heels clicking against the floor. She hesitated for some seconds, before schooling herself through. “I am ready.” She mumbled pressing her lips together. Her voice a hammering whisper, failed to conceal her nervousness. Drystan turned. He had faced the other side of the jet because he didn't trust himself to not pull her closer and fuck her without control. His eyes found her the moment he turned a

Drystan voice deep yet tender, reverberated through the air as he stretched his hand forward. “Shall we?” Rosealba spared him a glance. Her lips curled into a gentle smile and she nodded. The glow from the vintage streetlamp bathed her in golden hues, her blonde hair shimmering. Beside her, tall and powerful, Drystan walked, draped in his all-black custom-tailored suit and coat—feeling something dangerously close to vulnerability, not because he doubted himself but because she ruled over him with every measured step, her heels clicking softly against the cobblestone pavement as they approached the entrance of the exclusive rooftop restaurant. The restaurant's double glass doors slid open soundlessly, revealing an opulent interior bathed in the soft glow of candlelight and hanging Edison bulbs. The moment they walked in—Like powerful couples, the air stilled and the head turned in their direction. Conversation between the managers and workers stilled. The air thickened with t

Rosealba’s breath hitched, catching in her throat. She stared at Drystan who’s head was currently buried between her thighs, and her skin prickled as he trailed soft and gentle kisses against her skin, coursing her to shiver. Drystan’s muscles pinched, and his jaws locked as he trailed gentle kisses against her inner thighs, loving the soft quiver of her body against his grip. The bream of his nose grazed her delicate skin, taking in the scent of her arousal, and… “Gosh…” Drystan puured In a low gentle growl, throwing his head backward and savoring her scent. “Such beautiful hole….You smell… you smell awesome, Sunshine. Like my favorite plate of breakfast lunch and dinner. Rosealba chuckled, loving the teasing effect of his words as they mingled with the effect of his actions. Her nipples twitched underneath the shelter of her cloth and she burned from within, eager to be greedily sucked. Drystan lowered his head again, kissing gently on her thighs while staring up at

Chapter 88. Those were the last words he said before thrusting his mighty self into her slim tight self. “Arghhhhh!!” Rosealba screamed, arching and pressing into him. Her eyes watered as he filled her up, stretching her tight pussy.A low growl escaped Drystan’s lips. “Goodness.” He groaned throwing his head backward, but he didn't stop. Instead, he pulled himself halfway out of her pussy and slammed into her welcoming hole in one smooth slit again. “Yes!!!” Rosealba cried out loud, the sensations shooting right down to her toes and up to her belly. It was like being hit by a train… it was too fast and unexpected, sending her senses reeling as his full size penetrated her pussy. Drystan groaned, taking a minute to adjust to her tight self while kissing around her sweaty face. “You are so tight, sunshine... And so… so good.” The vein at the side of his neck twitched and he groaned, picking up his thrust, slow and steady at first. “Oh…” Rosealba moaned, feeling