Daddy's Little Pearl
That sinfully skilful mouth.
“Fuck!” He spat once they had broken the kiss, his eyes burning with intense arousal.
As he traced her curves with his fingers, he admitted, “You're one bad slut, Brit. Daddy's little slut..”
He hummed, capturing her lips once again, their tongues intertwined, dancing in a sensual rhythm that left him breathless and wanting more.
Gripping her thighs, he pulled her towards him, his bulge poking her entrance. Brittany’s back arched as she moved herself against him, wanting to feel him, wishing he could release that rod and bury it deep inside her.