DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
They didn’t expect much, but two days later they got a message from Daniel.
He was forty-eight, tall and broad with salt-and-pepper hair and a deep, commanding voice even in his voice notes. They agreed to meet at their house for drinks on Wednesday evening.
When Daniel arrived, the air in the living room felt thick and electric. He was even bigger in person, dressed in a simple black shirt that stretched across his chest. He sat on the couch like he already owned the place and looked at both women with dark, hungry eyes.
“Stand up,” he said calmly. “Both of you. Right in front of me.”