Daddy smirks at me as he reaches between my legs and opens the dryer.
He takes a clean towel from inside it, folds it, and drops it on the floor.
Then he holds out a hand and helps me down off the dryer.
“On your knees, Kitty.”
The tone he uses to say my name almost makes me swallow my tongue as I try to get moisture into my dry throat as I take in his naked body. He’s not hairy, but does have a sprinkle of dark hair on his pecs. His abdomen is smooth and muscular, with only a small treasure trail that’s like an arrow pointing down to the patch of hair that surrounds the base of his erection.
I gulp as I take in his size. He’s long and thick. As I kneel on the towel, his shaft bobs a little. A thick vein runs up the underside. He seems to harden further right before my eyes until his
