At Daddy s Mercy
He sat in a chair across from the end of the bed that I laid in naked and exposed for him, my fingers twisting and pumping inside of my sex as the soft sound of juices squelching echoed around me. I was in a haze, barely aware of his physical body before my own, but I could feel him more intensely than ever before. With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see him, I couldn’t watch him as he admired me, I could only listen to the sounds my body made, and the occasional groan he uttered to himself. His...