Sitting in a large plush chair was man, a scruffy beard framing his square face. The smudged lipstick accentuated her triangle chin and the freckles on her fawn colored skin. “What do you want?”
“A confession, money, and a promise,” she said. It sent chills up her spine. His hand was calloused and rough. At first just the head. “Daddy, you’re hurting me,” she said. Her shorts rode up and wedge themself in her ass. She groaned into the pillows as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her body. She reached back and covered her pussy. Intimacy Coordinator: That’s great. She struggled with renewed vigor but with just one hand her father shoved her face deeper into the chair cushions. He cupped her chin in his hand. Satisfied groans bellowed from her father. Danni was a virgin. I just want to make sure that you’re comfortable with the scene and everything it entails. ——————-
Danni was the epitome of a brat. The bottle on the floor confirmed it.
