DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
His navy t-shirt clung to a rock-hard chest and powerful arms, tattoos peeking from the sleeves.
“Clothes are ruined with smoke,” he said, stepping closer. “Off. Now.”
Ava’s hands trembled as she let the robe fall. She stood there naked, full breasts heaving, soft belly and wide hips on display, her pussy already slick.
Kane’s eyes darkened. “Fuck, look at you. Perfect little thing.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso covered in dark ink. His pants followed, and Ava’s mouth watered at the thick bulge straining his boxers before he shoved those down too.