My palm dragged slow and rough over the thick, veiny length that was twitching with tension and soaked in guilt. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My forehead pressed to the wall.
My jaw clenched. My eyes shut tight as I imagined her with her thighs wide open, her dress pushed to her waist, her fingers flicking fast over her c**t.
“Please, Daddy,” she moaned again, louder this time, and it made me grunt low in my chest as I tightened my grip.
She didn’t stop.
She was getting closer. I could tell. Her breath was catching. Her moans were higher. She was rubbing herself faster now, probably pushing her hips off the bed, her stomach tight, her mouth open, her eyes rolled back as she imagined me above her..inside her. I could almost see it.
The way her n*****s would tighten. The way her to
