CRAVING DIRTY DADDIES
“Please, daddy, fuck me. I need it so bad.”
His free hand came up to cup my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me yelp. The pain shot straight to my core, mixing with the pleasure in a way that made my knees weak.
“Beg for it properly,” he demanded. “Tell me how bad you want your father-in-law’s cock stretching that sweet pussy.”
My face burned with shame and arousal. This was wrong... soo fucking wrong. He was my husband’s father, for christ’s sake. But that only made it hotter.