DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
Moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the pool outside into liquid silver.
She slipped into a tiny black bikini—two scraps of fabric held together by strings, barely enough to cover her nipples, nothing hiding the curve of her ass. Hair loose down her back. Bare feet on cool marble as she padded through the dark living room, past the security monitors, out the glass doors.
The night air kissed her skin. She dove in—clean slice through the water, body cutting like a blade. Surfaced at the far end, hair slicked back, water streaming down her breasts, beading on the thin fabric over her hard nipples.