Vicky didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Every time she lifted her hips and slammed back down onto Greg’s lap, the friction sent a new wave of heat through her body. Under the thick blanket, their bodies were a mess of sweat and friction. Greg’s hands were clamped onto her waist, his fingers digging into her skin to keep her from bouncing too high.
"Ohhh... Daddy... yes," Vicky whimpered into his neck. She was moving faster now, her breathing coming in short, ragged hitches. "You’re so deep... Daddy, you’re filling me up so perfectly."
Greg’s face was tight. He was staring straight at the TV, but his eyes weren't seeing the movie. They were coated with pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Quiet, Vicky," he hissed, his voice a vibrating rumble in his chest. "If your mom hears you calling me that... if
