SUBMITTING TO MY FATHER’S DRIVER
My head fell back against the tall flower behind me, The garden smelled of jasmine and chlorine from the nearby pool, but all I could focus on was him, the heat of his body, the roughness of his fingers, the way my thighs shook as he pushed two finger inside me, curling it perfectly against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
He leaned in, his lips brushing mine without kissing me, he was teasing and torturing me. “Say it again,” he growled, adding a second finger, finger fucking me slow and deep right there in the open garden, my dress bunched up around my waist like a whore in heat. “Tell me to stop, tell me you don’t want this, tell me you’re not dripping down my hand rig
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