Billionaire Daddy and Son’s Nun Maid
The girl on the floor pulled my zipper down, leaning her head forward to take me into her mouth.
Before her lips could even graze my skin, I stood up abruptly, pulling away from her touch.
"Daddy?" the girl whined, looking up at me with wide, confused eyes from the floor.
I didn't say a word as I tucked myself back in and pulled my zipper up. I reached into the inside pocket of my suit jacket, pulled out a thick wad of cash, and pressed the paper tightly into her palm.
The girl quickly stood up, rubbing her hands over my chest, her voice desperate. "Wait, let me make you feel good, daddy. Just come upstairs."
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