The drive home from the restaurant felt endless.
I sat in the passenger seat, legs still trembling from the powerful orgasm Daddy had allowed me in the car. The thick plug remained buried deep in my ass, and my p***y was soaked, aching for more. The black cocktail dress clung to my skin, damp with sweat.
Daddy drove with one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to stroke my thigh or tug lightly on the collar around my neck. Every touch sent sparks through my body.
When we finally pulled into the garage, he turned off the engine and looked at me with dark, hungry eyes.
“Inside. Living room. Clothes off. On your hands and knees on the couch.”
His voice was calm, but the command in it made my stomach flutter with nervous excitement.
I hurried inside, heart racing. In
