Daddy’s Sweet Addiction
Kissing her was different than kissing a boy—soft, sweet, intoxicating.
When they broke the kiss, both paused, staring at each other.
“That was really good,” Sharon said with a grin.
Beth nodded.
“Really good.” Sharon leaned in again, and the kiss turned into a full make-out session. Their hands wandered across each other’s bodies, touching under their dresses. Sharon let her hand slide up Beth’s inner thigh, and Beth parted her legs for her.
“I just want to kiss every inch of you,” Sharon whispered. “Let’s take these off.”