Chapter 39

Poppy

On the fifth day of Christmas, Santa gave to me- five pearls in my a.s.s,

Four inches of Tongue,

Three orgasms at the mall,

Two hands a-groping

And a c.u.m shot on the a.s.s cheeks.

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The Uber took eleven minutes, and I spent every single one of them checking my reflection in my phone camera, fixing my hair, wiping my face, spraying Riley's perfume on my wrists, and then immediately worrying it was too much perfume and that Daddy would smell it and know!

Know what, Poppy. That you went shopping? He would already know that.

God, I hoped he couldn't know a shop attendant had...