Webb
I look at the brunette and recognize her vaguely. She saunters over to the bed picking up something red on her way. She sits and runs her fingers through my hair. “Morning sexy.” She says sassily as she leans down to kiss me. I manage to back away quickly snarling angrily “what the f**k are you doing? Why are you in here?”
She smiles seductively “Webb baby you don’t remember last night?”
“No I don’t. And I am not your baby.”
“That’s not what you said last night….although I think you liked it best when I called you …daddy.”
My head is going to explode “what?!” I whisper.
She huffs out and sets her mouth in a little pout. “I guess you were more drunk than I thought. You were fantastic. I knew you would be. So deep and so hard all night. I’m still deliciously sore daddy. I was hopi
