Chapter 190 Load Me Up, Daddy Ch7
- She’s still dripping when he pulls her off the desk — thighs sticky, knees soft, breath jagged in her chest like she’s trying to remember who she was before he bent her in half for a thousand strangers.
- The chat is a riot: Sit on it, Make her drown, Ride Daddy’s mouth.
- She hears it — half delirious, eyes glassy, her heart skipping when his hand fists in her hair.