I woke up to Lola stroking my cock. In my bleary, befuddled state, I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. It wasn’t even five in the morning.
“Daddy,” she whispered, “I’ve been bad. I’ve been a bad girl.”
“Go on,” I muttered. “Confess.”
“Fuck me first.”
I rolled over and slid between her legs. Her flesh was soft. Her lips were full and wet. In the darkness…