I look over at her. She meets my eyes, biting her lip, eyes rolling back. Her face is telling me a story of the pleasure she is feeling right now. I need that pleasure. I want it. Now.
My eyes move down her body. She’s a mirror image of me. She is helpless, vulnerable, exposed. Her legs are spread wide, the rope splaying them open. Her arms are useless too, tied to her legs. He is fucking her. I watch eagerly as her body moves up and down with each thrust.
“Yes Daddy, that feels fucking amazing,” She utters through her groans, making my own exposed body ache with longing. I feel the wetness dripping out of me in anticipation of the pleasure I am about to receive.
How long do I have to wait for Daddy to come to me? I’ve been such a good girl. I keep my eyes on her as he fucks her harder. She grins at my slyly. I’m so jealous of her pussy being fucked by Daddy’s cock.
I let out a whimper as I watch her being pumped faster and faster. I can tell Daddy is enjoying it, as his grunts are getting louder.