I'm all yours daddy
she teased, grabbing her mat.
The door clicked shut, and I found Daddy in his study, typing on his laptop. I leaned against the doorframe, my sundress short and flirty. "Alone at last," I purred.
He looked up, eyes darkening. "Isabella, your mom's barely out the driveway."
"But she's gone," I countered, sauntering over and perching on his desk. My legs parted just enough to give him a view. "And I'm so wet for you, Daddy. Touch me."