DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
They started on the balcony.
Dawn light gilded the fountains below as Damien bent her over the railing—cool metal against her stomach, breasts swaying free. The city sprawled beneath them, oblivious. He hiked one of her legs onto the lower rail, spreading her wide, then thrust in from behind—hard, possessive, each snap of his hips driving deep. Cole stood at her side, one massive hand steadying her hip, the other sliding two thick fingers into her mouth to muffle the moans that threatened to echo across the Strip. She sucked them desperately, tongue curling, while Damien fucked her relentlessly, the fountains dancing in perfect sync with his rhythm. Cole’s free hand found her clit—circling,