14 - No, thank you, Daddy
Mia
“You like that, don’t you, babydoll? I bet your lil’ cunny is soaked.”
I whimpered and closed my eyes to try moaning sultry like the voice actor was doing over the speakers. But I found it awkward and a bit cringe-y that he was faking most of it. He was, right? Or was it real? I couldn’t tell. I was too busy trying to find the right—
“Mia.”
I squeaked and turned to look at the face of the man who was currently stripping me out of my night clothes in my head. Oh God. Oh, my God. Why does everyone find the perfect time to disturb me every time I try to masturbate?
I rolled over in my panic—fueled by embarrassment and a guilty conscious—and fell over the other side of the bed, almost hitting my head on the nightstand.
“Are you alright?” He came forward,
