ROXETTEI should have been exhausted. My body was still trembling from the last orgasm, my thighs slick, my pussy swollen and sensitive. But the second Chandler’s fingers started tracing slow circles on my clit again, I felt the heat reignite low in my belly.I didn’t want to stop.I didn’t want to think.I just wanted to feel.“Daddy…” I whispered, voice hoarse, “don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest where my cheek was pressed against it. In one smooth motion, he rolled us so I was on top, straddling his hips. His cock was already hard again, thick and heavy against my stomach.“Ride me,” he ordered, hands gripping my waist. “Show me how much you need it.”I didn’t hesitate. I rose up on shaky knees, reached between us, and guided him to my entrance. I sank down slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside me. The stretch burned in the best way — I was still so full from earlier, so wet, so sensitive. My he
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