hard, I stare at the crumpled p

. I can be your cute, little

g fant

whirling inside my chest. With her gone, everything would truly be normal for once. I wouldn't have to come home every night, worried I might break underneath the te

time, in various revealing outfits, her eyes gleaming with mischief, her hands getting more and more brave when they touch me. She's like a candy I can't have. The ultimate, alluring forbidden

er as my daughter.

life — a disinterested bystander at that. One day I looked up to find out that Lia's tits had swelled thrice the size of a medium-sized baseball, and she now had a mouth-watering arse

flirt. And a g

new banging body makes that personality a dangerous weapon. S

he only man she goes

nd over again, with no s

and decades left to use it and bring forth twice a dozen babies if I wanted. There's no way in hell that beautiful damsel wants a bulky, aging, thick-around-the-m

ioned me. Made known the surprising fact

he could have her pick of any man in

dy. I can be your cute, lit

d I can't get rid of my erection, no matter how many times I jerk off. And every single time, I think of her moaning Big Daddy into my ear, her tight pussy making squelching noises while

l be no c

ent wondering how we could keep

eep who needs a barely legal girlfriend to feel youthful again. Lia deserves m

men.

table, my phone almost falls

e. Let her flirting get into my head. I've allowed myself to start thinking

disgu

than p

look at yoursel

walk the face of the earth, but I've traded my health for wealth. I'm no more as good-looking as I used to be, ever since Eunice's death. What would I even look lik

nd, roughly inhaling the lingering perfume of her pussy before forcefully turning my mind back to the work I was doing. I open

CAN'T AFFORD TO PASS UP THIS O

e the reason? I don't recognize the email address, but the name of the sender rings a suspicious bell; Princeton Bastille. That sounds like one of the rich

mplating, the clock the email, finding a link in

so I could read the words t

hern sug

e hell

g mysterious, and I've never heard of hot Southern sugar babies before. If this is some serious, illegal shit that has been sent to me by mistake, I have to do the righ

is il

titu

eneath their college sweatshirts. A sound of disgust escapes my lips, not from judgment, but because these girls must have reasons to exchange their bodies for money. Reasons like debt, I

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t can

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