Carol stood in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she stirred the pot of marinara sauce on the stove. The rich scent of tomatoes, garlic, and basil filled the air, mingling with the warmth of the late afternoon sun streaming through the windows. She glanced at the clock—Annie and John would be back soon. Three days, three days they had been gone, staying at John's parents' place in the mountains after his return fr...

"Let me drive," she insists, leaving no room for argument. I pull over. Her breath hitches as I press against her. "Deal," I whisper, my hands sliding up her thighs. She leans closer, her lips brushing my ear. "Whatever you say, daddy." Her voice is a purr, soft but loaded. I press her forward, head first, into the car. My hands move quickly, tugging her pants down. She gasps, arching back into me. I don't wait, don't hes...

Daniel hesitated, glancing back at the yacht he had just left. It wasn't the first time he had worked for wealthy clients, but this was different. The island wasn't just private; it felt isolated, like stepping into another world. The path led him through a grove of palm trees and past a series of low, modern buildings. He caught glimpses of people—women, mostly—lounging on daybeds or floating in pools. Daniel kept his ey...