One night stand with my mom husband
“Who am I to you?I want to hear you moan it”
“You are my sugar dada,” I responded huskily, my lips trembling faintly.
“And you are…?” he teased, his voice thickening with heat, while he devoured me with his eyes as he swallowed hard.
“I’m your little toy,” I whispered,my voice dripping with desire.
“That’s my princess,” he said with a wicked grin, his tongue trailing slowly around my neck. His hand slid up and grabbed my breasts, squeezing gently before his mouth found my nipple. He tugged with his teeth, sending a jolt through me.
*****
Charlotte Dame wasn’t in London to cry over a breakup.
She just wanted a change of scenery, a little peace, not another man.
Then she bumped into
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