Chelsea.
I was just being a good girl.
I kept repeating it in my head like a filthy f*****g mantra.
A good little slut.
Daddy’s perfect c*m dump.
My entire existence belongs to his c**k now.
Nothing else mattered.
Not the breakfast still warm on the table.
Not the fact that Mom had just left the house after getting f****d by him.
Only this.
Only Daddy’s thick, heavy c**k that I needed to worship like it was my only purpose.
I unzipped him immediately, my fingers trembling with hunger.
The second I slipped my hand through the open zipper, my breath caught.
God help me — it was so heavy, so thick, so swollen.
Even after being buried inside Mommy’s cunt just hours ago, it was already rock hard for me.
It sprang out, flushed and beautiful, veins pulsing along the thick
