31-08-2025, 01:37 PM
Chapter 51: Doorstep Thrill
The doorbell rang again, sharper this time, cutting through the suite's quiet morning hum, the sound making Nivi's heart skip, her body tensing in the towel that barely covered her— the fabric tucked just above her 34C breasts, the swell of her cleavage peeking out enticingly, the hem riding high on her 28-inch waist and 38-inch ass, exposing the curve of her thunder thighs with every step.
She stood frozen for a second, her hand on the doorknob, the warmth from the shower still lingering on her skin, but now mixed with a fresh wave of nervousness, her pussy tingling from the morning's oral play, sore but wet again from the memories. Raghavan watched from the bed, his towel low on his hips, his cock semi-hard under the fabric, a confident grin on his face as he nodded to her, his voice low and encouraging,
"Go on, Nivi—open it, I'm right here, watching you in that towel, looking hot as fuck; the guy's gonna drop his jaw, but it's safe, you got this."
Nivi took a deep breath, her chest rising, making her cleavage shift under the towel, her thighs rubbing together as she turned the knob, the cool air from the hallway rushing in, hitting her exposed skin, making her nipples harden against the fabric.
Fuck, this is it—opening the door to a stranger, just in a towel, my tits and ass barely covered, cleavage showing, thighs out; I've teased guys I know, but this, someone random, no idea who he is, how old, what he looks like—it's scary, exciting, my heart's pounding, pussy getting wet from the thrill. The mixed emotions crashed over her—scare knotting her stomach, but excitement buzzing through her veins, making her feel alive, powerful in a way she'd never felt, her body flushing with heat as the door swung open.
The room service guy was young, maybe early 20s, tall and lean with wide eyes that immediately locked on her, eating her up from head to toe—the towel clinging to her curves, her cleavage heaving with her quick breaths, her thighs gleaming in the hallway light, her ass curving under the hem as she stood there. He held the tray with coffee pots and cups, his face flushing red, his gaze lingering on her breasts, then dropping to her legs, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, his cock probably twitching in his pants from the sight.
"Uh, coffee... ma'am," he stammered, his voice cracking, handing the tray over with shaky hands, his eyes flicking back to her cleavage, then to her face, then down again, like he couldn't help himself, the aroma of fresh coffee filling the air, but his focus clearly on her barely-covered body.
Nivi felt the rush—his stare burning her skin, making her pussy throb, the scare turning into a heady excitement, her body heating under his gaze, her nipples poking harder against the towel, her thighs pressing together to hide the wetness starting to leak.
Fuck, he's young, staring like he's never seen a woman like this, my tits, my legs, my ass—he's eating me with his eyes, scary but thrilling, makes me feel powerful, wanted by a stranger. She took the tray, her hands steady despite the shake in her legs, her cleavage shifting with the movement, giving him a better view, her ass swaying slightly as she turned to close the door, locking it with a click, the sound echoing in her ears as she walked back to Raghavan, the tray balanced, her towel slipping a fraction, her heart racing from the encounter.
Raghavan noticed her shaking, the way her hands trembled on the tray, her cheeks flushed, her nipples visible through the towel, her thighs rubbing together as she set the coffee down on the table, her ass curving as she bent slightly. "Fuck, Nivi, you're shaking—how'd it feel, opening the door like that, the guy staring at your tits and ass in that towel, his eyes all over you?" he asked, his voice low and flowing, raw and curious, pulling her onto the bed beside him, his hand on her thigh, rubbing gently, his cock tenting the towel more from the thought.
She sat, her body still buzzing, her pussy wet from the thrill, her towel riding up as she crossed her legs, her cleavage heaving with her breaths.
"Daddy, it was scary at first—opening to a stranger, him young, staring at my cleavage, my legs, like he wanted to devour me; but it felt exciting too, powerful, my heart pounding, pussy getting wet from his eyes," she said, her voice flowing, raw and honest, leaning into him, her hand on his knee, the coffee steaming on the table, the sun filtering through the curtains.
He grinned, his hand sliding higher on her thigh, brushing the towel's hem, his voice dirty but reassuring, "That's exhibitionism, baby—showing off to strangers, letting them see your hot body, your tits, ass, the thrill of their stares making you wet, giving you power over them, they look but can't touch; since I'm here, you're safe to explore it, feel that rush, make you bolder, confident, dirty as fuck." His words flowed, his fingers teasing her inner thigh, his cock hardening more under the towel.
She listened, her body heating from his touch, the concept new, unheard, unfelt, but stirring something inside her, the scare from the door turning into curiosity, her pussy throbbing. "Exhibitionism—sounds hot, scary but powerful, like with the guy just now, his eyes on me, making me feel wanted; with you here, I feel safe to try, bolder, like I can own it," she said, her voice flowing, sipping the coffee, the heat spreading, her towel slipping a bit as she shifted, her cleavage showing more, her thighs parting slightly.
They finished the coffee, his hand on her knee, rubbing, the sun warming the room, the forest sounds faint through the window.
"Take a warm bath, Nivi—relax, clean up; I got more surprises to make you even bolder, confident, explore this new side," he said, kissing her, his voice flowing, dirty promise in his eyes.
She stood, towel clinging, her ass swaying as she walked to the bathroom, her body excited for what's next.
Nivi stepped into the bathroom, the towel still clinging to her curves, her heart still racing from the encounter with the room service guy, his hungry stare lingering in her mind, making her pussy tingle with a mix of nerves and thrill.
The bathroom was warm, the large tub steaming as she turned on the faucet, hot water cascading in, the scent of lavender bath salts filling the air as she sprinkled them in. She dropped the towel, letting it fall to the tiled floor, her 34C breasts bouncing free, nipples still hard from the hallway’s cool air, her 38-inch ass swaying as she stepped into the tub, the water enveloping her thighs, then her waist, soothing the sticky remnants of sweat and wetness from the morning’s oral play and the stranger’s gaze. She sank deeper, her body relaxing, her hands gliding over her skin, washing away the dried patches on her thighs, her breasts, her pussy, the soap sudsing over her curves, her fingers lingering on her sore lips, the faint burn from last night’s wrecking making her shiver with a pleasant ache.
Fuck, that guy’s eyes on me—scary but hot, made me feel powerful, like I could own his stare; now this bath, cleaning it all, but my pussy’s still wet thinking about it, about what’s next with daddy. Her thoughts swirled, the thrill of the doorstep moment mixing with curiosity about her new boldness, a step beyond the teasing and flirting she’d done with known faces like Mohan—this was raw, new, a stranger’s desire making her feel alive.
Outside, Raghavan slipped into casual wear—a fitted t-shirt and jeans, his body still radiating heat from their morning play as he left the room quietly, heading to his car. He returned with a sleek black duffel bag, placing it on the bed with a soft thud, the contents shifting inside, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he unzipped it slightly, waiting for Nivi. She emerged from the bathroom, her skin glowing from the bath, a fresh towel wrapped around her, tucked just above her breasts, the hem barely covering her ass, her thighs glistening with water droplets, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders.
“Daddy, I’m clean now—feels good, the water washing away the sweat, but I’m still buzzing from that guy staring at me,” she said, her voice flowing naturally, raw and soft, walking toward the bed, her ass swaying with each step, her breasts bouncing lightly under the towel, her hand holding it in place as she caught sight of the bag, her curiosity sparking.
Raghavan grinned, his hand patting the bag, his voice low and teasing, “Got something for you, Nivi—open it, see what I picked out, been saving these for you.” His words flowed, his eyes on her curves, the towel slipping a fraction as she bent to unzip the bag, her cleavage deepening, her thighs parting slightly as she leaned, her pussy tingling from his gaze. She opened it, her eyes widening, shining with excitement as she pulled out the items one by one, her fingers tracing the fabrics, her breaths quickening. The bag spilled with modern and lounge outfits—not skimpy, but hot enough to show her off: a pair of denim shorts, tight and high-cut; a sleeveless crop top, soft and fitted; lounge shorts in soft cotton; a floral gown that hugged her curves; a mini skirt that would barely cover her thighs; a medium skirt with a slit up the side; a string top with thin straps; a shoulderless dress in red, cut to her upper thighs; a shimmering black bodycon dress; a gold dress that gleamed; and finally, a collection of Victoria’s Secret lingerie—thongs with shimmering straps, lace bras with delicate patterns, push-up bras that would lift her breasts high.
“Fuck, daddy, these—look at all this, so hot, so different; you got these for me?” she said, her voice flowing, raw and amazed, holding up the denim shorts, then the red dress, her fingers running over the lace thong, her eyes flicking to him, her towel slipping a bit as she moved, her cleavage showing more, her thighs parting as she sat on the bed, the items spread out around her, her ass sinking into the mattress, her breasts heaving with excitement.
These clothes—they’re bold, sexy, not like anything I’d wear every day; he thought of me, picked each one, makes me feel special, wanted, like I’m his to show off. Her thoughts raced, the thrill of the doorstep encounter mixing with this new step—clothes to make her bolder, to push her boundaries further than teasing known faces like Mohan or Ashok.
He leaned closer, his hand on her knee, sliding up her thigh, his voice dirty but warm, “Every piece, Nivi—picked on my trips, thinking of your tits in those tops, your ass in those shorts, your curves in those dresses, making guys stare like that kid at the door;
keep ‘em for outings with me, special nights, or hell, maybe for other guys you tease, like Mohan, or whoever’s next in line, get their cocks hard just looking at you.” His words flowed, his fingers brushing the towel’s hem, his eyes on her reaction, his cock hardening in his jeans, the idea of her boldness turning him on, his hand squeezing her thigh, urging her to explore this new side.
She gasped, her body heating, her pussy wetter at his words, the idea of wearing these for him, for others, stirring her, her towel slipping as she stood, holding the black bodycon dress, then the lace thong, her ass swaying as she turned to him, her breasts bouncing, her voice flowing,
“You thought of me wearing these, daddy? Showing off my tits, my ass, making guys want me? It’s hot, makes me feel special, but I can’t wear these every day—too bold for regular life.” She leaned into him, jumping onto his lap, her towel falling to her waist, her breasts pressing against his chest, kissing him passionately, her tongue diving in, wet and dirty, her hands on his face, “Thank you, daddy—making me feel like this, so wanted, so fucking special.”
He kissed her back, his hands on her ass, squeezing through the towel, his voice flowing, “Keep ‘em for our nights, baby—special times, or when you want to tease Mohan, maybe someone new, make their eyes pop, their cocks hard, knowing you’re mine; now pick something, let’s see you in it, hot and ready.” His words dirty, his hands guiding her off his lap, pointing to the bag, his eyes gleaming with promise.
She nodded, her body buzzing, pulling out the lounge shorts and sleeveless string top, the shorts soft and short, barely covering her thighs, the top with thin straps that would show her navel if she lifted her arms.
“These, daddy?” she said, holding them up, her voice flowing, then grabbing a shimmering thong and a push-up bra from the lingerie pile, her fingers tracing the lace, her pussy tingling at the thought. She dropped the towel fully, her body bare, her breasts bouncing, her ass swaying as she stepped into the thong, the fabric sliding between her cheeks, her pussy lips pressing against it, then slipping on the bra, lifting her breasts high, cleavage deep.
She pulled on the shorts, the cotton hugging her ass, barely covering her thighs, and the top, the straps thin, showing the bra’s outline, her navel peeking as she moved. She turned to the mirror, her eyes widening, gasping at her reflection—every curve on display, the soft fabric gripping her body, the thong’s outline visible, the bra pushing her tits up, the straps teasing what was underneath.
“Daddy, look at me—this outfit, it’s so hot, shows everything, my ass, my tits, my navel if I move; you really want me to go out with you like this?” she said, her voice flowing, raw and nervous, turning to him, her ass swaying, her breasts bouncing as she lifted her arms, the top rising to flash her navel, her thighs parting slightly, her pussy wet under the thong, the thrill of the outfit making her heart race.
He stood, his cock hard in his jeans, his voice flowing, “Fuck, Nivi, you look like a dream—ass hugging those shorts, tits pushed up, navel teasing; hell yeah, I want you out there with me, showing off, making eyes turn, dirty and hot, my bold little queen.” His words dirty, his hand on her ass, squeezing, pulling her close, kissing her neck, his other hand brushing her navel, the mirror reflecting their heat.
They shared a naughty chat, her voice flowing, “It’s scary, daddy—wearing this out, guys staring like that kid at the door, but with you, I feel bold, ready to try, hot as fuck.” She leaned into him, her breasts pressing, her ass grinding, the thrill building. He nodded, “Let’s hit the resort’s buffet, baby—walk with me, show that body, make ‘em stare, you’re safe with me.”
His voice flowing, guiding her to the door, her ass swaying in the shorts, her breasts bouncing in the top, her heart racing as they exited the room, ending the part there.
The doorbell rang again, sharper this time, cutting through the suite's quiet morning hum, the sound making Nivi's heart skip, her body tensing in the towel that barely covered her— the fabric tucked just above her 34C breasts, the swell of her cleavage peeking out enticingly, the hem riding high on her 28-inch waist and 38-inch ass, exposing the curve of her thunder thighs with every step.
She stood frozen for a second, her hand on the doorknob, the warmth from the shower still lingering on her skin, but now mixed with a fresh wave of nervousness, her pussy tingling from the morning's oral play, sore but wet again from the memories. Raghavan watched from the bed, his towel low on his hips, his cock semi-hard under the fabric, a confident grin on his face as he nodded to her, his voice low and encouraging,
"Go on, Nivi—open it, I'm right here, watching you in that towel, looking hot as fuck; the guy's gonna drop his jaw, but it's safe, you got this."
Nivi took a deep breath, her chest rising, making her cleavage shift under the towel, her thighs rubbing together as she turned the knob, the cool air from the hallway rushing in, hitting her exposed skin, making her nipples harden against the fabric.
Fuck, this is it—opening the door to a stranger, just in a towel, my tits and ass barely covered, cleavage showing, thighs out; I've teased guys I know, but this, someone random, no idea who he is, how old, what he looks like—it's scary, exciting, my heart's pounding, pussy getting wet from the thrill. The mixed emotions crashed over her—scare knotting her stomach, but excitement buzzing through her veins, making her feel alive, powerful in a way she'd never felt, her body flushing with heat as the door swung open.
The room service guy was young, maybe early 20s, tall and lean with wide eyes that immediately locked on her, eating her up from head to toe—the towel clinging to her curves, her cleavage heaving with her quick breaths, her thighs gleaming in the hallway light, her ass curving under the hem as she stood there. He held the tray with coffee pots and cups, his face flushing red, his gaze lingering on her breasts, then dropping to her legs, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, his cock probably twitching in his pants from the sight.
"Uh, coffee... ma'am," he stammered, his voice cracking, handing the tray over with shaky hands, his eyes flicking back to her cleavage, then to her face, then down again, like he couldn't help himself, the aroma of fresh coffee filling the air, but his focus clearly on her barely-covered body.
Nivi felt the rush—his stare burning her skin, making her pussy throb, the scare turning into a heady excitement, her body heating under his gaze, her nipples poking harder against the towel, her thighs pressing together to hide the wetness starting to leak.
Fuck, he's young, staring like he's never seen a woman like this, my tits, my legs, my ass—he's eating me with his eyes, scary but thrilling, makes me feel powerful, wanted by a stranger. She took the tray, her hands steady despite the shake in her legs, her cleavage shifting with the movement, giving him a better view, her ass swaying slightly as she turned to close the door, locking it with a click, the sound echoing in her ears as she walked back to Raghavan, the tray balanced, her towel slipping a fraction, her heart racing from the encounter.
Raghavan noticed her shaking, the way her hands trembled on the tray, her cheeks flushed, her nipples visible through the towel, her thighs rubbing together as she set the coffee down on the table, her ass curving as she bent slightly. "Fuck, Nivi, you're shaking—how'd it feel, opening the door like that, the guy staring at your tits and ass in that towel, his eyes all over you?" he asked, his voice low and flowing, raw and curious, pulling her onto the bed beside him, his hand on her thigh, rubbing gently, his cock tenting the towel more from the thought.
She sat, her body still buzzing, her pussy wet from the thrill, her towel riding up as she crossed her legs, her cleavage heaving with her breaths.
"Daddy, it was scary at first—opening to a stranger, him young, staring at my cleavage, my legs, like he wanted to devour me; but it felt exciting too, powerful, my heart pounding, pussy getting wet from his eyes," she said, her voice flowing, raw and honest, leaning into him, her hand on his knee, the coffee steaming on the table, the sun filtering through the curtains.
He grinned, his hand sliding higher on her thigh, brushing the towel's hem, his voice dirty but reassuring, "That's exhibitionism, baby—showing off to strangers, letting them see your hot body, your tits, ass, the thrill of their stares making you wet, giving you power over them, they look but can't touch; since I'm here, you're safe to explore it, feel that rush, make you bolder, confident, dirty as fuck." His words flowed, his fingers teasing her inner thigh, his cock hardening more under the towel.
She listened, her body heating from his touch, the concept new, unheard, unfelt, but stirring something inside her, the scare from the door turning into curiosity, her pussy throbbing. "Exhibitionism—sounds hot, scary but powerful, like with the guy just now, his eyes on me, making me feel wanted; with you here, I feel safe to try, bolder, like I can own it," she said, her voice flowing, sipping the coffee, the heat spreading, her towel slipping a bit as she shifted, her cleavage showing more, her thighs parting slightly.
They finished the coffee, his hand on her knee, rubbing, the sun warming the room, the forest sounds faint through the window.
"Take a warm bath, Nivi—relax, clean up; I got more surprises to make you even bolder, confident, explore this new side," he said, kissing her, his voice flowing, dirty promise in his eyes.
She stood, towel clinging, her ass swaying as she walked to the bathroom, her body excited for what's next.
Nivi stepped into the bathroom, the towel still clinging to her curves, her heart still racing from the encounter with the room service guy, his hungry stare lingering in her mind, making her pussy tingle with a mix of nerves and thrill.
The bathroom was warm, the large tub steaming as she turned on the faucet, hot water cascading in, the scent of lavender bath salts filling the air as she sprinkled them in. She dropped the towel, letting it fall to the tiled floor, her 34C breasts bouncing free, nipples still hard from the hallway’s cool air, her 38-inch ass swaying as she stepped into the tub, the water enveloping her thighs, then her waist, soothing the sticky remnants of sweat and wetness from the morning’s oral play and the stranger’s gaze. She sank deeper, her body relaxing, her hands gliding over her skin, washing away the dried patches on her thighs, her breasts, her pussy, the soap sudsing over her curves, her fingers lingering on her sore lips, the faint burn from last night’s wrecking making her shiver with a pleasant ache.
Fuck, that guy’s eyes on me—scary but hot, made me feel powerful, like I could own his stare; now this bath, cleaning it all, but my pussy’s still wet thinking about it, about what’s next with daddy. Her thoughts swirled, the thrill of the doorstep moment mixing with curiosity about her new boldness, a step beyond the teasing and flirting she’d done with known faces like Mohan—this was raw, new, a stranger’s desire making her feel alive.
Outside, Raghavan slipped into casual wear—a fitted t-shirt and jeans, his body still radiating heat from their morning play as he left the room quietly, heading to his car. He returned with a sleek black duffel bag, placing it on the bed with a soft thud, the contents shifting inside, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he unzipped it slightly, waiting for Nivi. She emerged from the bathroom, her skin glowing from the bath, a fresh towel wrapped around her, tucked just above her breasts, the hem barely covering her ass, her thighs glistening with water droplets, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders.
“Daddy, I’m clean now—feels good, the water washing away the sweat, but I’m still buzzing from that guy staring at me,” she said, her voice flowing naturally, raw and soft, walking toward the bed, her ass swaying with each step, her breasts bouncing lightly under the towel, her hand holding it in place as she caught sight of the bag, her curiosity sparking.
Raghavan grinned, his hand patting the bag, his voice low and teasing, “Got something for you, Nivi—open it, see what I picked out, been saving these for you.” His words flowed, his eyes on her curves, the towel slipping a fraction as she bent to unzip the bag, her cleavage deepening, her thighs parting slightly as she leaned, her pussy tingling from his gaze. She opened it, her eyes widening, shining with excitement as she pulled out the items one by one, her fingers tracing the fabrics, her breaths quickening. The bag spilled with modern and lounge outfits—not skimpy, but hot enough to show her off: a pair of denim shorts, tight and high-cut; a sleeveless crop top, soft and fitted; lounge shorts in soft cotton; a floral gown that hugged her curves; a mini skirt that would barely cover her thighs; a medium skirt with a slit up the side; a string top with thin straps; a shoulderless dress in red, cut to her upper thighs; a shimmering black bodycon dress; a gold dress that gleamed; and finally, a collection of Victoria’s Secret lingerie—thongs with shimmering straps, lace bras with delicate patterns, push-up bras that would lift her breasts high.
“Fuck, daddy, these—look at all this, so hot, so different; you got these for me?” she said, her voice flowing, raw and amazed, holding up the denim shorts, then the red dress, her fingers running over the lace thong, her eyes flicking to him, her towel slipping a bit as she moved, her cleavage showing more, her thighs parting as she sat on the bed, the items spread out around her, her ass sinking into the mattress, her breasts heaving with excitement.
These clothes—they’re bold, sexy, not like anything I’d wear every day; he thought of me, picked each one, makes me feel special, wanted, like I’m his to show off. Her thoughts raced, the thrill of the doorstep encounter mixing with this new step—clothes to make her bolder, to push her boundaries further than teasing known faces like Mohan or Ashok.
He leaned closer, his hand on her knee, sliding up her thigh, his voice dirty but warm, “Every piece, Nivi—picked on my trips, thinking of your tits in those tops, your ass in those shorts, your curves in those dresses, making guys stare like that kid at the door;
keep ‘em for outings with me, special nights, or hell, maybe for other guys you tease, like Mohan, or whoever’s next in line, get their cocks hard just looking at you.” His words flowed, his fingers brushing the towel’s hem, his eyes on her reaction, his cock hardening in his jeans, the idea of her boldness turning him on, his hand squeezing her thigh, urging her to explore this new side.
She gasped, her body heating, her pussy wetter at his words, the idea of wearing these for him, for others, stirring her, her towel slipping as she stood, holding the black bodycon dress, then the lace thong, her ass swaying as she turned to him, her breasts bouncing, her voice flowing,
“You thought of me wearing these, daddy? Showing off my tits, my ass, making guys want me? It’s hot, makes me feel special, but I can’t wear these every day—too bold for regular life.” She leaned into him, jumping onto his lap, her towel falling to her waist, her breasts pressing against his chest, kissing him passionately, her tongue diving in, wet and dirty, her hands on his face, “Thank you, daddy—making me feel like this, so wanted, so fucking special.”
He kissed her back, his hands on her ass, squeezing through the towel, his voice flowing, “Keep ‘em for our nights, baby—special times, or when you want to tease Mohan, maybe someone new, make their eyes pop, their cocks hard, knowing you’re mine; now pick something, let’s see you in it, hot and ready.” His words dirty, his hands guiding her off his lap, pointing to the bag, his eyes gleaming with promise.
She nodded, her body buzzing, pulling out the lounge shorts and sleeveless string top, the shorts soft and short, barely covering her thighs, the top with thin straps that would show her navel if she lifted her arms.
“These, daddy?” she said, holding them up, her voice flowing, then grabbing a shimmering thong and a push-up bra from the lingerie pile, her fingers tracing the lace, her pussy tingling at the thought. She dropped the towel fully, her body bare, her breasts bouncing, her ass swaying as she stepped into the thong, the fabric sliding between her cheeks, her pussy lips pressing against it, then slipping on the bra, lifting her breasts high, cleavage deep.
She pulled on the shorts, the cotton hugging her ass, barely covering her thighs, and the top, the straps thin, showing the bra’s outline, her navel peeking as she moved. She turned to the mirror, her eyes widening, gasping at her reflection—every curve on display, the soft fabric gripping her body, the thong’s outline visible, the bra pushing her tits up, the straps teasing what was underneath.
“Daddy, look at me—this outfit, it’s so hot, shows everything, my ass, my tits, my navel if I move; you really want me to go out with you like this?” she said, her voice flowing, raw and nervous, turning to him, her ass swaying, her breasts bouncing as she lifted her arms, the top rising to flash her navel, her thighs parting slightly, her pussy wet under the thong, the thrill of the outfit making her heart race.
He stood, his cock hard in his jeans, his voice flowing, “Fuck, Nivi, you look like a dream—ass hugging those shorts, tits pushed up, navel teasing; hell yeah, I want you out there with me, showing off, making eyes turn, dirty and hot, my bold little queen.” His words dirty, his hand on her ass, squeezing, pulling her close, kissing her neck, his other hand brushing her navel, the mirror reflecting their heat.
They shared a naughty chat, her voice flowing, “It’s scary, daddy—wearing this out, guys staring like that kid at the door, but with you, I feel bold, ready to try, hot as fuck.” She leaned into him, her breasts pressing, her ass grinding, the thrill building. He nodded, “Let’s hit the resort’s buffet, baby—walk with me, show that body, make ‘em stare, you’re safe with me.”
His voice flowing, guiding her to the door, her ass swaying in the shorts, her breasts bouncing in the top, her heart racing as they exited the room, ending the part there.