DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
“Come here, baby.”
She didn’t hesitate. Climbed over the console awkward but desperate, knees bracketing his hips. The sundress rode up completely—nothing between them but air and want. She settled down, pussy bare and dripping against the rough denim of his jeans. She felt him instantly—thick, hard, straining. Always hard for her. The thought made her clench around nothing.
She rocked once—slow, needy—dragging her slick folds along the bulge. A low groan rumbled from his chest. His hands found her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise tomorrow.