Ryder

I couldn’t look away.

Her pussy was dripping, lips puffy and shiny with her arousal. Her clit was visibly swollen, and every slow circle of her fingers made her hips twitch and another soft, needy moan slip from her lips.

My hand tightened around the cigarette until the filter nearly crushed. Smoke curled around my face, but I barely felt the burn.

She was touching herself.

In my bed.

Moaning like a needy little slut.

And calling me Daddy just minutes ago.

She was doing all this on purpose. She was doing this to make me suffer because I refused to touch her.

Oh God, kill me right now....