Daddy's Darkest Addiction
Aurora Brooks
Alexander stepped backward, pulling out his phone, starting to film me. I felt free, my locks flying in the wind, my body appearing bright under the sun's rays. My swaying on the flagpole was explicit, every single time feeling it tap my femininity, reminding me of damp hands. I let out a burst of my captivating laughter, the look on his aroused face telling me he was in the depths of his own hell.
"Are you filming me, Mr. Alexander Roth? Without my permission." Walking with steps that made resounding thuds due to my high heels, I watched his chest rise and fall on his way to suffocation.
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