DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
Marcus held up a pretty pink leather collar with silver letters that read “Daddy’s Girl.”
“On your knees, princess.”
Jenna dropped instantly, heart racing. Marcus fastened the collar around her slim neck. It felt perfect — snug, warm, claiming. Damien clipped a little silver bell to it.
“Now you’re officially ours tonight,” Damien said, tilting her chin up. “Say it.”
“I belong to my Daddies,” Jenna whispered, cheeks flushed.
Marcus smiled. “Good girl.”
They bent her over the back of the wide couch, skirt flipped up, ass and pussy completely exposed. Marcus knelt behind her first and spread her cheeks.