Down her thighs.
Her legs were long. Smooth. Thigh gap soft and soaked.
My mouth watered.
My c**k pulsed.
I looked back at Tasha.
“What do you have in mind for this party?” I asked, trying to force calm into my voice.
“Oh, don’t worry Daddy,” she said, grabbing a bottle of water and spinning the cap off. “When you see us, you’ll know. We’re not your little girls anymore.”
Fuck.
My c**k pushed so hard against my zipper I had to shift my stance.
That was when my phone rang.
I checked the screen.
Council.
Shit. I was going to be late.
I growled under my breath and stepped forward, brushing past both of them. I leaned down, kissed Tasha’s forehead.
“When I’m back,” I muttered. “I want to see what you’re wearing before you leave. No surprises.”
She smiled. “Can’t wait, Daddy.”
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