Daddy's Little Angel
Alina pov
I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.