Alex woke to bright morning sunlight spilling through his bedroom window—two days since Ash's humiliating street revelation that the "yogurt" was actually his cum.
The memory lingered like a low hum in his mind: her desperate "Daddy, please…" trembling from her lips, her plush body clinging, thighs grinding, golden eyes brimming with tears and innocent craving. However, She had been dodging his gaze on campus, at work, and chats ever since, her shy nature warring violently against the throbbing body that now knew what it wanted.
A new morning came.
He stretched under the sheets, muscles flexing, then rolled out for a quick workout—push-ups and crunches on the floor, sweat beading on his toned skin as he burned off the memories of her pleas. Liza's voice purred lazily in his head the whole time.
'Mmm♡ Still thinking of Ash? You should feed her soon, handsome. Slow doses. Make her beg properly~'
