Make Me Yours Daddy: Hot Daddy Tales
Yet here he was, drawn like a moth to the one flame that could burn his whole world down.
Inside the cell, inmate Zion King lay sprawled across the narrow bunk in nothing but a pair of threadbare gray prison-issue boxers that rode low on his hips. One long, muscular leg dangled lazily off the edge, the other bent at the knee, foot planted flat against the thin mattress. The harsh light carved deep shadows across his body, highlighting the intricate tapestry of tattoos that covered his chest, arms, and torso like a map of every sin he’d ever committed. A coiled serpent wound its way up his left ribs, fangs bared. A crown of thorns encircled his thick neck like a promise of pain and power. And
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