God almighty.Her ass is completely bare, except for the little pink string caught between her cheeks. I’ve never seen anything so taut, round and delicious in my life. And those stockings that run up to mid-thigh…they’re naughty. Somehow the black, see through nylon makes this assignation exactly w
“Tristan. Oh Daddy! Oh, fuck!,” she whines, still undulating on my face.I made this beautiful goddess come and it inflates me with male pride. Might be ugly, too old for her and oversized, but at the very least, I can give her an orgasm. That confidence has my body moving to flip Lia on her back. S
“Harder, Big Daddy. Punish me.”I’m not sure how I stop myself from ejaculating. Maybe it’s the intense need to stay locked inside her perfection for as long as possible, but somehow I hold back. Long enough to pull out of Lia and flip her face down, yanking her hips up and back into my lap. I re=en
I’m trying really hard to focus on organizing my class schedule, but gifts keep arriving. It has been a week since my first time with Tristan. Since then, we’ve been meeting at the suite every night at nine o’clock…and I’ve never been so happy. So cherished and safe and excited to wake up in the mo
Now, I roll over onto my back and let the silk material of my robe fall open. “Big Daddy,” I whisper into the receiver. “I miss you.” His breath is unsteady in my ear. “I miss you, too, baby. Did you get your presents?” “Yes. Thank you, Tristan, they’re beautiful. My favorite is the emerald cockta
Tristan has an armed guard meet me downstairs in the lobby this time. I’m escorted upstairs and no one is allowed into the elevator with me. I know he’s just ensuring my safety, but I wonder if he’s aware of how hot it makes me all over, how coveted his protectiveness makes me feel. I’m all but me
Smile fading, I nod, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I worry. A lot,” I whisper. Wetting my lips, I search for an explanation. “For you, mostly. You work harder than anyone. I was little, my father’s business partner would come to the house for dinner once a week. Bunton was in his fifties, a sweet m
I try to close my thighs, but he holds them open, pulling my skirt higher until it’s almost exposing my panties. “H-how?” His breath saws in and out against my ear. “Just play with it a little. You can do that for Daddy, can’t you?” His middle finger presses to my entrance through the barrier of my