DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
Johndoei caught him looking at my lipsa little less conversation a little more touch my bodyyour gaze hits the side of my facehow do you know he is flirting
He didn’t notice the breeze picking up, didn’t hear the screen door creak until she was already there.
Angel stepped out barefoot, holding a tall glass of iced tea. She wore a short white sundress—thin cotton that fluttered against her thighs with every step. No bra. No panties. The fabric clung lightly where her skin was already damp from the heat. Wind caught the hem as she walked, lifting it just enough to flash the smooth curve of her ass and the shadowed space between her legs. She didn’t bother holding it down.
She set the glass on the workbench with a soft clink. Leaned forward over the hood—elbows braced, back arched, ass pushed out toward him. The dress rode up high enough to bare e