I had this gig babysitting for a hot dad and his two little angels. From the moment I met him, I could tell he was a take-charge kind of guy. Damn, his deep, commanding voice gave me goosebumps, and I knew I had to have him.
So, one Friday night, when the kids were asleep, I decided to make my move. I wore my sexiest lingerie—the stuff that makes me feel like a total slut—and headed into the living room.
He was waiting for me there, that lustful look in his eyes giving me instant wetness. Without a word, I walked straight up to him, grasping his belt buckle and looking up with a naughty grin.
He got the hint, and soon enough, his hands were all over me, tearing at my clothes. I loved the roughness with which he handled me, his strong hands leaving bruises on my skin.
I begs him to fuck me hard, and he obliges, bending me over the couch and shoving his massive cock in my tight little cunny. The kids could’ve woken up at any moment, but I didn’t care. The risk only made it hotter.
He pounds into me, and I feel every inch of his thick cock, hitting places inside me I didn’t know existed. My screams were muffled by the pillow, but I didn’t care if I woke the neighbors.
Then, he switched it up, making me lie down and spreading my legs. He went balls deep, his powerful thighs slamming against my body. I could feel his stubble against my sensitive skin as he went in for a possessive kiss, biting my lip.
It hurt so good, and I came harder than I ever had in my life. Daddy knew how to treat a naughty girl, and I was putty in his hands.