Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Waiting for Daddy


He texted, promised to be home early, ordered you to dress in your prettiest lingerie, wait for him on your knees. Now, two hours later than you thought he'd be home, you look out the window, see his black Audi pull into the drive, feel your clit swell as much as it can in the small cage, knowing for the next several hours your his.

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