Daddy’s Little Doll

Daddy’s Little Doll I would be lying if I said I completely hated it, but there’s no way I would admit it to anyone other than maybe Helen or Erin. She gave me a pleased smile, “I’m glad you’re pleased.”

And then she stepped away and returned to the pot, leaving me with a fully erect cock, thanks to her teasing. “She really likes you. “I need to go.”

“Not a problem, sir,” she said with a crooked little smile and a smoldering stare. I’ve certainly thought of it.” She looked out at the green. “Marcus…”

Her voice was filled with emotion, and before she could get out whatever she was about to say, I pressed my lips to hers. “Sorry about that, sir. It was like Erin was her older sister or something. “Smells good,” I said. “Relax. Camille placed the bowl on the table and turned halfway from her work to look at me; her plush lips were compressed into a thin line of disapproval.