*This is part 2. Read part 1 first. Or don’t. 🤷♂️
She pushed up off my chest, both hands pressing against me sensually. Her hips rocked forward. I could feel her wetness as she ground her pussy over my balls and then my cock. I don’t know how she did it, but she looked me right in the eyes and, pushing her ass backwards, my cock slid right inside her.
“Isn’t that better, Daddy? Out of the cold air, nice and warm… and wet.” Her head tilted back, “Mmmmm.” She began to slowly thrust back and forth. Grinding against me hard on each forward thrust.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I couldn’t believe my cock was throbbing inside her. “You’re fucking insane.”
Smack! My cheek stung pink from her slap. “Don’t call me that!” I could see the anger in her face, but it immediately disappeared. She just kept riding my cock like nothing had happened. She looked down at me as I looked back. “You shouldn’t say mean things to your baby girl. Do you remember anything about last night?” She just kept rocking on me, rhythmically. It was like this completely separate thing. Like she was on autopilot. Two separate things happening at the same time. She was fucking me. And she was having a conversation. Her occasional soft moans the only acknowledgement that she was fucking me.