Bulging. Round. Voluptuous cheeks.
The twins dominating your world, taking it by storm. A storm of moldy moonlight that catches the naughty glint of his shiny low boobs — no, no, not boobs this time, but a man's butt.
How oogish of you.
You inhale like Voldemort through your inhaling nose.
He chuckles lowly and continues to trail slowly, forward and down, on your lap like a snail, leaving his booty hole guck to harden in your pubes.
"I lobe ypu, Cailou's dad."
"Please shut your mouth in bed, or rather, in toilet, if you're going to mention my son's name."
The blush in your cheek pores spread even harder as if it was a fart. Oh, how you were embarrassed.
"Sorry, sorry."
And he rails you.
YOU ARE READING
My Daddy
Romance[Name] [Last], a woman striving to conquer the educational system with her phenomenal skills in slapping children, falls madly at the feet of one of her student's father. seizure.
