Daddy’s Poker Night Fuck Toy

Part 2

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Continued from part one

I still laid over the bed as the next person walked towards me. It took me a moment to realize that there was more than one set of footsteps. I didn’t turn my head to look, as my role as a fucktoy prohibits it. I gazed forward at the other side of the bed until a familiar man appeared in my view. It was Marcus. He is Daddy’s best friend and someone…