CHAPTER 1: COUCH WHORE CAUGHT

DANIELLE’S POVI sprawl across the couch like a desperate, cock-hungry whore while my legs kick so wide my thighs burn and the vibrator jams hard against my swollen clit.

The laptop screen glows with that filthy porn I’ve had on loop for a solid hour.

The brunette bends over the kitchen counter with tits swinging like pendulums and screams “harder, daddy, fuck my cunt” as the guy rails her from behind while balls slap her puffy lips with every brutal thrust.

God, I need that. I ache for that.

Richard has been gone since noon for his “golf outing” (total bullshit—he probably flirts with some...