Chelsea.
I was a dripping, filthy mess.
A f*****g starving, hungry slut who couldn’t get enough.
My thighs were soaked, Roman’s thick c*m mixed with my own juices leaking out of my ruined p***y and dripping onto his expensive wooden desk.
My sundress was bunched uselessly around my waist, my t**s spilling out, n*****s stiff and aching.
I was trembling, panting, completely wrecked — and still desperate for more.
My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve screaming for Daddy’s touch, his c**k, his c*m.
Roman leaned over me, eyes dark with lust.
He started kissing down my body — slow, wet, possessive kisses from my swollen lips, along my jaw, down my neck, over my heaving breasts.
He sucked one n****e into his mouth hard before continuing lower, dragging his tongue across m
