Dirty Daddies Underground
Theo shifts again, thrusting harder, and suddenly, a deep, humming vibration radiates from one of his piercings, the pulsing sensation overwhelming, causing my eyes to roll back, my body trembling violently.
“Color, baby girl,” Nathan insists again, voice urgent, demanding reassurance, steadying me.
I whimper helplessly, desperation clawing at me as I squirm between their relentless holds. “Green, Daddy,” I gasp, voice ragged, urgent. “So fucking green!”