Daddy's secret Obsession
She was called frigid, A virgin statue,unwanted,until she walked into the dark and found him — shirtless, oiled, thick cock and pulsing like a threat.
A stranger in her Mom's house, a god on her couch.
One growl: “On your knees, little girl.”
And Jessy broke open.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Crimson lipstick smears like blood across her lips, her breasts, her trembling soul — DADDY’S branded in waxy sin. His cum paints her like war paint. Her innocence? Ruined. Her body? Reborn.