SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION: Creaming on daddies spicy erotica

hour ago and... fuck, I'm already lost in it. "Ahhh... yes Daddy! Pound that sloppy cunt," Mandy begged while Norman pinned her wrists above her head, his other hand choking her as he drilled into he

Norman. Not just similar. He is Norman. The same commanding presence. The same quiet menace in the way he stands. The same big hands that look made for wrapping around throats and hips and wrists. And right now those eyes-dark, molten-are locked between my legs. He sees everything. My pink, glistening clit, the way my beef curtains are spread obscenely by my own fingers. The slick shining on my inner thighs. His throat works. A hard, audible swallow. His lips part like he's forgotten how to breathe, his hand tightening around the edge of the podium. "Fuck, I want him." I bite my lip seductively as a crazy idea pops into my mind. He clears his throat and tries to return to his lecture. Barely. I push two fingers in slow, feeling my tight, wet heat stretch and wrap around them deeper-fuck, so warm and slippery. His gaze flickers back to my now-penetrated fuck hole. I can see his huge bulge pushing through his zipper. My eyes roll back half-shut, lashes trembling, pupils huge and hazy while my mouth drops open on a slutty little gasp. Lips wet and parted, I stick my tongue out. "Uhh..." I moan softly and helplessly every time my fingertips curl, hitting the back of my pussy. "-FUCK!" His voice cracks across the room. "What was that?" "Is he okay?" Murmurs ripple. Mr. Marcus's neck flushes dark red. He coughs, shuffles papers he's already shuffled twice. "Ahem! Sorry. Um... w-where was I?" MARCUS POV Shit... My neck is on fire. What is she doing? I keep looking for wh