DIRTY DADDIES
Sharp, knowing, and utterly thrilled, his eyes gleaming with dark promise.
“Bravo, Tatia,” he says, his voice a low, velvety rumble that slithers right down my spine and settles in my core, making my pussy clench around nothing. “That was… quite a performance. Squirting like a desperate little fountain, screaming my name—fuck, you’re even better than I imagined.”
I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I am completely, utterly exposed.
My skirt is around my waist, my pussy is on full display, glistening and swollen, lips parted and dripping a mix of my squirt and cream onto the chair.