Filthy Desire
“And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
He dragged two thick fingers through her folds, collecting the wetness, then pushed them inside her without warning. Zilla’s back arched. He fucked them into her in deep, steady strokes, curling against her front wall while his thumb pressed firm circles on her clit. The dual sensation made her hips twitch.
“This is what you’ve been imagining?” he asked, voice low. “My fingers stretching this tight little cunt?”
“Y-yes, Daddy—”
“Filthy girl.” He added a third finger, stretching her wider. “Been aching for it since you were sixteen. Watching me. Touching yourself. Begging for this cock in your head every night.”