Two Dandy Daddies For Christmas
And strangely, hot daddy was complying.
Initially, I was mad about how he had behaved at the pool.
I mean, I thought I was pissed at him, but it turned out it has even made me want him more.
"No. No tattoos."
Mr. Nikolai's voice sounded distant.
Hot daddy had grabbed my leg, and pressed the sole of my feet against the hot mass between his legs.
I froze, clutching onto it tight but carefully with my toes.
His grip on me was firm, commanding, it messed with my senses.