“Roll the window up and stay put,” I growl at Dobbs.
“Yes, sir.”
This isn’t the first time we’ve had to fuck with Dobbs in the vicinity. The first time, he couldn’t look me in the eye for a week. Especially after hearing the way Chloe screams for Daddy when she comes. He never openly watches. I wouldn’t allow that. But there are times when there’s simply no choice but to feed the hunger while he’s present.
When I reach Chloe, her fingers are down the front of her panties and she’s petting herself, her back arched against the side of the limo. Her nipples are puckered behind the thin material of her tank top, her thighs tight around that fondling hand. Every time I think she can’t get hotter, she does. She lets loose a little more and blows my mind.