Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues?
He rubbed it up and down my soaked folds—slow, teasing, cruel—coating himself in my slickness, bumping deliberately over my swollen clit with every pass.
“So fucking wet already,” he growled, his voice a low, velvet rumble right against my ear. His hot breath ghosted over my skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. “Look at you… dripping down your thighs like a needy little whore. All that money I gave you, and you’re still this desperate for Daddy’s cock?”
I whimpered, pushing back against him, trying to take him inside me. “Please… Daddy… I need you inside me… ahh… please fuck me… I can’t wait anymore…”
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