Dirty Daddies Underground
Not exactly.
No, what she does is reach between us, her fingers slipping low, past my cock.
She finds the Hafada piercing just beneath it.
And pulls.
My breath punches out of me in a hoarse, guttural sound. My hips jerk forward in pure reflex, everything in me going hot and hard and wild in an instant.
“Fuck,” I hiss through my teeth. “Behave.”
She doesn’t, she just smiles, wicked and half-asleep. Now, I realize, I’m not the only one who likes waking up like this.