Tonight was Friday. The thrill made my pussy clench. Shemale sex I wanted to skip so bad, but walking with the butt plug was interesting enough. I groaned and squirmed. “Cork,” Sun said. I trusted him. We finished cleaning the house before having a light dinner of grilled-cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. “Holy shit,” Sun panted. I gasped as it bit into my flesh and lifted my breast, topped by the nipple clamp, into a mound. I loved cleaning the house naked while he was at work, a butt plug inserted into my asshole. I was Daddy’s Good Girl. “Right? Her back arched. “Good evening,” he smiled, drinking in the sight of our eighteen-year-old bodies. The thrill made my pussy clench. “Grab a pair of the clamps and come back.”
Clamps? More and more of me was bare. Clothespins? Good girl’s didn’t get jealous.
