You can buy it here: Used By Her Husband’s Boss
“Lacey, are you too cold, honey?” I asked, only concern in my voice.
Her eyes flew open, “No, Daddy, I feel good.”
“Are you sure, Lacey,” I asked, placing my whole palm on her upper arm, my fingers stretching out, poised, ready to fondle her, just waiting for my moment. “Because your nipples are standing out there like little bullets.”
She gasped, looking down, another blush spreading across her face. She tried to jump away, but I kept hold of her arm, crushing her creamy flesh underneath my big strong hands.
Moving in front of her, I dipped one hand to grab her trembling ass cheek whilst I slowly traced a finger around one of her nipples with the other.
“You see, baby girl? All hard for me. Are you cold, Lacey? Or something else?” My voice still oh-so soothing, I carried on teasing her eager little nipple, pressing against it. It was so hard, I could feel the little bumps around it, even over her clothes.
“I… Sir… I should go…” she said, wriggling under me, looking more tempting than ever as she struggled, looking frantically around the room.
“Call me Daddy, Lacey,” I reminded her, reaching my hand further under her, delving between her thighs from behind, shoving her dress aside and worming my determined fingers into the tight confines of her panties.
“Are you sure you want to go, sweetheart?” I asked, as my fingers dipped into her pussy and found the hot, creamy wetness I knew I’d find there. “Because you feel very ready to stay, to me.”
She gasped. “Oh, Daddy,” she sighed, pressing her hot, needy little snatch onto my hand.
Still swirling my fingers around in her steaming, sticky cunt, I stroked her nipple some more, before dipping my head and pulling on it gently with my teeth.
She moaned loudly. I pulled my hand out from her panties and cupped her perfect, braless tits with each of my hands, squeezing them gently, marvelling at their soft, firm contours. Even my girl’s tits were real, all-natural. Unheard of in this fucking town!
I leaned into her neck, still teasing her nipples between my fingertips, my mouth brushing against her ear.
“You want to show Daddy your tits, baby girl?” I growled into her ear, my breath sweeping hotly against her skin.
She gave another long moan. I licked the side of her neck, making her shudder all over, then found my way back to her ear and urged her on, “Tell Daddy. Tell Daddy you want to show him your tits, sugar.”
She hesitated, saying, “Daddy, I… We can’t! It’s not right! What about Bobby?”
I murmured seductively into her ear in my most persuasive tone. “Don’t feel bad, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so fucking good, I promise. Don’t worry about Bobby, he’s far away. He’ll never know. Let me make you feel good, baby girl. Let Daddy make you feel good.”
She sighed, shivering all over. I felt her knees buckle slightly under me and I knew I had her.
What filthy delights does Daddy have in store for his latest prey?
Find out here: https://mybook.to/UBHHB
