On My Knees, Daddy: A Compilation of Short Stories
I had a folder just for her pictures, and now as I scrolled, each picture was better than the last, more seductive, more innocent, more everything.
The next picture was a shot of Emilia beside their home pool, in a flimsy bikini that made her bóobs look like they were about to spill out. My fingers met my clít instantly, gathering the wetness as I started a slow stroke, I stared at the picture intently, my mouth open in a quiet moan. Her laugh keeps ringing in my head, light, like velvet, and her soft skin.
My pace increased, my fingers getting clumsy with each stroke over my already sensitive clít. I wonder how she'd sound, moaning my name, commanding me to kneel in that innocent way, telli
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