ANGEL
I probably should leave, but when have I ever left before? I might be a masochist because I love to torture myself like this, watching something I could never have.
This wasn’t the first time I had secretly monitored Daddy in s****l situations, it was exactly like this that I knew how huge daddy’s c**k was, and how beautifully moulded, crafted it was for a woman’s pleasure.
Jillian’s tongue trailed those hot veins, she smooched on it, leaving wet trails on it.
Daddy let out a pleasured grunt, his head thrown back, his fist tightened on Jillian’s hair. And those hot veins on his tattooed forearm flexed.
“No teasing,” He murmured, his deep voice, smooth like undiluted whiskey jolted straight to my own pússy. My clít was already sore from the aftermath of yesterday’s climax, but
