David’s fingers continued their relentless assault on Maya’s pussy, his thumb circling her engorged clit with a precision that was both agonizing and exquisite. He felt her hips buck against his hand, a silent, desperate plea for more. The wetness coating his fingers was overwhelming, a testament to her profound arousal. He could feel the delicate folds of her labia, swollen and slick, parting under his insistent touch. Her entire body was trembling, a raw, exposed nerve.

“You’re so wet, little girl,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against her ear, his lips brushing her hot skin. “So ready for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, her...