Daddy-Daughter Voodoo
Alana Church
Editora: _Boruma Publishing, LLC
Sinopse
Greg buys a pair of erotic statues to spice up his love life. But when his wife leaves him, he discovers the statues are having the intended effect...but it's on his daughter instead! Step by step, his suggestions lead them both down the path of sin until there's no going back! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ It was a magical night. The food was incredible. Tess took a little from each dish as they arrived, and then, if she liked it, took a little more. By the time dessert arrived – a heavenly tiramisu – she was feeling cheerfully mellow. A feeling that was only heightened by her father’s obvious appreciation of her appearance. He didn’t leer or ogle or stare at her tits, like some freshman noob. It was more like he was watching a sunset or a brightly-colored hillside in the autumn. It made her feel beautiful and wanted. And very, very horny. Her nips were screwed up tight inside her bra, and she didn’t dare glance down to see if they were poking out. If they were, Greg didn’t mention it. And if she had dared, she would have taken time in the restroom to pull down her panties and absolutely go to town on her crotch, it was so hot and wet and sensitive. But instead she was obliged to smile and make polite small-talk while Lucy flirted with her father as he paid the bill, grinding her teeth all the way. On the ride back home across the river, he seemed nervous, glancing at her as they made their way back across the bridge and into Illinois. Personally, Tess had decided by the time the meal was half over that she and her vibrator had a date as soon as she was in her bedroom. But fate, it seemed, had other ideas. The compulsion, when it hit her, caught her with her shoes off, her bra undone and hanging from one hand, and half-naked, her black, slinky dress hanging from her waist. Saliva squirted into her mouth at the same time an image hammered into her brain. I need to give Daddy a blow-job. I bet he tastes so good. And I should reward him for giving me such a great night, even though he’s got to be dying inside. She turned and walked out of her bedroom, dropping her bra on the floor as she did. Her father’s bedroom was empty, but she could hear the sound of the shower running in the master bath. I’ll just wait for him. Though the idea of joining him in the shower, both of them naked and slippery, had its own naughty appeal. Unbidden, her hand slipped under the hem of her dress. God, I’m so horny. The water cut off, and Tess smiled.
Disponível desde: 06/12/2024.
Comprimento de impressão: 47 páginas.
