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Her Daddy’s Belt

She lay there...  
hands between her legs, thinking of him.
She knew it was wrong…
she should have asked permission.
 
Thoughts of last nights scene broke her resolve.
The sound of his belt unbuckling,
The fire in his eyes…
The scent of sex and sin.
 
Reeling in a maelstrom of exquisite lust.
The heat from his belt on scorched skin.
Engulfed in a feverish frenzy...
Agile fingers plunge deeper.
 
Thighs quiver...obsessed, possessed.
Plump, swollen, dripping with burgeoning desire
Lost in a raging sea of organic bliss...
Thoughts of Daddy's belt kept urging her on.
Written by WickedWays
Published | Edited 7th Jan 2018
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