Daddy's Secret Touch
The pleasure was so overwhelming that I didn’t hear the front door open.
Mom stepped inside, still holding her work bag, keys jingling in her hand.
She froze in the doorway.
Her eyes widened in pure horror as she took in the scene: me, completely naked, riding her fiancé hard on the living room couch, moaning “Daddy” at the top of my lungs while Marcus sucked on my breast and thrust up into me.
Her bag slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a loud thud.
My eyes flew open at the sound. I froze mid-bounce, still fully impaled on Marcus’s cock, my loud moan dying in my throat and turning into a horrified gasp.