All For… Daddy
I’d gagged quietly around him, tears pricking my eyes, pussy dripping down my thighs as he fisted my hair and used my throat like his personal toy.
“And you should come looking extra good,” Gina went on, excitement bubbling. “It’s casual but sexy, if you know what I mean. Mr. Reynolds will be there in swim trunks, probably. God, I can’t even picture it without blushing. Wear something that shows off that body of yours—you’ve got nothing to hide.”
My breath hitched.
The thought of Troy in swim trunks, water sliding down those broad shoulders and carved abs, made my pussy clench hard around my fingers.
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