Chapter 2, Daddy's Kitten

Beneath the teak table, surrounded entirely by the good citizens of Briarville, my cock grew hard as a three-year-old Pecarino. I cleared my throat, pretending to not be affected by her, and said, “You sure as shit don’t have to be polite with me. I’d rather you just be yourself.”

Chapter 2, Daddy's Kitten
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