Fuck Me, Daddy [Part-2] [R-18]
She bent down close enough for him to have the sensation of her warm breath across his cheek, her red hair falling like a burning curtain around them. She spoke in a soft voice, heavy with honeyed taunting, every syllable heavy with promise.
"Then shut up," she whispered, lips against his skin, "fuck your wife like you mean it."
"Ah, well… it seems a few days' absence from me emboldened you, sweetheart," Leon whispered, his tone low and laced with amusement. His hand glided slowly up Rias's thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles on her flushed skin.
Rias smiled, her face sparkling with fire and trouble. She leaned in close, only close enough so that her lips were almost touching his. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, licking her lips painstakingly. "I've been getting braver and braver… especially on those lonely nights when I can do nothing but think about you and dream."
