CRAVING DIRTY DADDIES
He glanced at Knox, who’d been stroking himself lazily this whole time, his eyes locked on us.
Zade climbed onto the bed and lay down on his back, his cock standing straight up like an invitation. He wrapped one hand around the base and gave himself a lazy stroke.
“Come here, little slut,” he said, his voice thick with command. “Straddle Daddy. Sit on my cock."
"Get over here, baby," Zade said, his voice low and rough, cutting through my thoughts. He patted his thigh, motioning for me to move. "Sit on my cock."