Page 57 of Daddy Sees Snakes

"What the fuck, Viper."

"If you're not naked and spread eagle by the time I get there, we're going to have problems," I warn.

"Shit."

"Do as you're told," I hiss.

I hear the rustle of fabric as I climb into the back seat and unzip my pants, letting my cock out.

It's throbbing and ready to fill her tight, wet pussy.

"Fuck," she murmurs as she takes in the sight of my erection. "I want that."

"Get on top, and you can have it," I warn.

"No protection?" she asks for verification.

"You said you want more of me, so I'm going to soak your walls. Now. Hurry. Before I bend you over and spank your ass."

"Shit."

"Don't swear, or I'll fuck your mouth."

"Oh, God."

"Come on. Hurry up. Don't keep me waiting. I'm fucking dying to fill you," I hiss. "Now. Ride my dick."

She climbs over and lowers herself onto my cock.

"Fuck," I hiss as her body envelopes mine. "You're so tight, baby. Fuck."

"Oh, Viper. Oh, my God," she whispers.

"Ride me. Fuck me," I hiss. "Fucking ride my cock."

There's a knock on the window, and I realize that we're not alone.

"Stay still," I whisper, but the thrill is evident in my voice.

"Someone's there."

"I know. Now, sit on my dick and don't move," I warn.

"Fuck, Viper."

"Shhh. Be quiet, or I'll gag you."

"Shit."

"Don't fucking curse."

"What do we do?"

"I said stay still," I hiss. "Now, be a good girl."

The door opens, and a man in uniform appears, flashlight shining. "Sir," he says.

"Yeah?" I mutter, barely containing laughter.

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