Semua Bab FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Scarlett's heart pounded as she stepped into the elevator after her shift at the DD luxury hotel in Savannah. She battled with bated breath, unaware of the beads of sweat on her forehead.The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the hallways bathed in soft golden light from the wall sconces. Room 704 loomed in her mind, a place she both dreaded and craved. At twenty five, with her petite frame and fiery red hair tied back in a neat ponytail, she felt the skimpiness of her uniform skirt brushing against her thighs. Underneath, the red lace panties clung to her skin, a secret choice that made her cheeks flush everytime she thought of Damian Dustin. She was just the housekeeper, but Damian Dustin, her boss, saw more than that. He always did. As the elevator doors closed, she pressed the button for the seventh floor, her eagerness mixing with an uneasiness she could not put a name to. What if tonight was different? What if she finally gave in completely?The door to Room 704 stood

The next morning, Scarlett's body still ached from the night before, her pussy burned from sweet pain, a delicious reminder of her boss’s massive dick stretching her wide. She moved through her housekeeping duties with a smile on her face, the hotel's opulent corridors buzzing with guests oblivious to the fire igniting between her and her boss. Every time she bent to fluff a pillow or wipe a surface, she felt the ghost of his hands on her ass, squeezing, claiming. By midday, her red lace panties were soaked again, the fabric clinging to her cute pussy like a taunt. She craved more, the forbidden pull too strong to ignore.Damian caught her eye during lunch in the staff lounge, his tall frame leaning against the doorframe, that dark charm pulling her in. 'Meet me at the private elevator in five,' he whispered as he passed, his voice rough with promise. That man was too hot, too direct, too dominant to wait for her approval. It drove her crazy. Scarlett's heart raced. The private el

For the past two weeks they had been fucking in the elevator,nothing prepared Scarlett for what was ahead that beautiful monday morning breaking noon. As they had just finished fucking, Scarlett stepped out of the elevator with Damian, her legs still shaky from their risky fuck session. It was different as he didnt do too much, he had told her the reason was because he had a surprise for her. Cum leaked down her thigh, soaking into her red lace panties as she walked, but she straightened her uniform and followed him down the hall to his office. The hotel's executive wing felt too quiet, like it knew their secrets. Damian's hand brushed her ass possessively as they walked, sending fresh heat through her core. She wanted more of him, just him, but the way he glanced back at her promised something bigger.He pushed open the door to his office, the scent of whiskey hitting her. Two men lounged on the plush couch inside, drinks in hand. One was tall and confident, mid-forties with a sly g

Scarlett lay sprawled on the couch, her body slick with sweat and cum, chest heaving as aftershocks rippled through her core. Damian's weight lifted off her, his massive dick slipping free with a wet pop, leaving her pussy gaping and leaking their mixed loads onto the leather. She met his eyes, that dark charm pulling her in deeper, making her crave his control even as exhaustion tugged at her limbs. Vincent's words hung in the air—round two—and her pulse quickened, a mix of fear and thrill twisting in her gut. The office felt charged, the scent of sex thick, her submission to these older men, especially Damian, fueling the forbidden heat.Damian stood, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her petite frame. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her up roughly. 'Not done yet, red. Time to really show you off.' His voice was gravelly, commanding, the age gap between them—his forty-seven years to her twenty-five—making her feel small, owned. She stumbled to her feet, legs wobbly, cum trickl

After they were done battering Scarlet’s pussy, she couldnt fell the walls of her pussy because they had thoroughly devoured her to the last drop. She hailed a cab, sinking into the seat with a wince, her petite frame curled up as the city lights blurred past. Home was her sanctuary, or so she thought; a small apartment on the outskirts, away from the luxury of the hotel and the forbidden thrills that had consumed her.By the time she fumbled with her keys and pushed open the door, exhaustion weighed heavy. All she wanted to do was soak herself in a hot water bath. The place was dark, shadows pooling in the living room, but something felt off. A faint scent of expensive perfume hung in the air, sharp and floral, not hers. Scarlett flicked on the light, heart pounding. There, sitting elegantly on her worn couch, was a woman she didn't recognize. Mid-thirties, sophisticated in a black dress that hugged her curves, her dark hair poured to the side. Her eyes, cold and piercing, locked ont