PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
The flavor was growing familiar now, almost comforting in its wrongness.
Sarah blossomed through it all, turning into this confident, sexual goddess. She walked taller, dressed sexier—short dresses without panties, tops that showed cleavage. Our own sex life exploded too. She'd climb on top of me after one of their sessions, her pussy still sloppy with his cum, and ride me while recounting every detail.
'He fucked me so deep today,' she'd say, grinding down. 'Felt his cock stretch me, then you feel the mess he left.'