DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
Nico watched for a moment, then knelt behind her, hands spreading her ass cheeks, teeth sinking into the fleshy curve until she whimpered and arched.
Handprints came next. Cole bent her over the vanity edge, palm cracking down—measured, deliberate—until both cheeks glowed hot crimson, the sting radiating deep into her core. She dripped onto the tile before he finished.
Nico produced a small pot of edible gold body paint—shimmering, sweet-scented. He pushed her thighs apart on the bed, dipped a fine brush, and wrote in elegant, looping script across her lower stomach just above her mound: Vegas House Toy. The letters gleamed wet under the lights; he blew softly across them to set the pigment,