Dirty Daddy

I guess the people were filming the whole time.

But who cares about that. Do you see the more important thing?

Ten feet away stands Ethan Kane.

His eyes are staring directly at me.

With the biggest fucking cock tent on his crotch that I have ever seen.

Me. An ex-porn star. I thought I’d seen everything.

Have never seen a cock this big.

This could be my ticket in, I think, no?

What do you think?

No, don't answer that. I’m already off the bed.

I need to get into his office to figure out what the hell I would need.

I sway my hips. I don't even know if I mean to do any of this right now.

It’s like my body has taken control.

Like I’m thinking with my pussy, and not my brain.

Ethan looks at me as I walk over. His eyes are devouring me.

I get to within inches of him, and without touching him, lean over on my tiptoes, bringing my mouth to his ear.

Here goes nothing.

“I want you in my mouth, Ethan Kane,” I whisper in his ear. “Right now.”

I can tell he stiffens at hearing me.

But he grabs my hand and starts walking to the door.

This assignment might not be so bad after all.

119

Ethan

Holy fucking shit, I’m going to fucking cum.

I groan loudly, my back bracing against my office door and I feel my nuts twist up as electrical impulses shoot from my cock to my brain.

I’m having the familiar tingling sexual seizure as my body freezes up and my muscles involuntarily contract.

Yeah, that’s right, I’m about to fucking cum.

Sure, you may have thought you knew what was going to happen the moment I took Brittney by the hand and began dragging her to my office, but trust me, if you came in at this exact moment somehow, you would be fucking shocked as soon as you saw us.

Once the shock passed, you would probably start getting fucking hot.

And before you knew it, your panties would be fucking soaked, dripping with desire.