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CARLOS
She bent over to drag her panties to the floor, stood up and stared at me.
Her skin had the flawless allure of satin and I traced the delicate lines of her hip bones before swiping the nectar between her legs with my too-large-for-her fingers.
Everything about her was soft and sensual, made more so by the juxtaposition of my thick muscled body marked by the scars of war.
It made me want to encase her in glass and put her on a high shelf, where nothing could touch her. But then, I couldn’t soak my palm with her juices, letting her hump my hand while she whispered my name.
My real name.
“Daddy.”
I licked her drenched excitement off my fingers. “Bad men get you excited; I see.” I dragged my hand through her folds again, and pulled back, saturated with her sweet arousal. “Su
