Claiming My Best friend's Daddy
I gasped quietly, taking a fast sip of water to cover my expression as I opened my knees an inch wider under the table.
Charles didn't say a word. He kept eating his breakfast with his left hand while his right hand drove fingers in and out of my wet pussy, setting a steady, tormenting rhythm under the wood.
"Charles told me you've been doing really well in your marketing classes, Maya," my dad said, smiling at me across the table.
"Um... yeah, it's going great," I managed to choke out, gripping my napkin under the table as Charles drove his fingers deeper.