Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
His cock flopped out—soft, small, defeated.
She wrapped her manicured hand around it, stroking slow at first, then faster, trying to wake it up. “Come on, Daddy. Get hard for me. Forget that old hag.”
Derek stared at the house. Layla disappeared inside, door slamming. Big Daddy followed. The image burned—his ex, legs spread for a machine.
His cock twitched. Started to rise.
Brittany grinned, tits spilling from her top as she bent lower. She spat on his shaft, slicking it up, hand pumping hard. “That’s it. Think about her on her knees for that robot dick. Bet it’s huge. Bet he fucks her raw.”