Daddy’s Sweet Addiction
The hair belonged to a brown-skinned beauty with hair that dropped to the point where her sloping hips heralded a large ass.
For a fleeting moment, he wished his friends were here—not hanging like he was, but just present. He imagined their responses, their alarm at the sight. None believed him, but they all joked about how they would want to stay forever if such a place existed.
It felt like he was in some poorly funded, low-budget p**n movie, only the sensations were too intense for this to be a movie. Even the scenery was too rich to be one. Torches that hung from trees cast a golden glow on the faces of hundreds of naked women of different ages, shapes, and sizes. From the corner of his