“I’m waiting…” he sighed, and I knew I shouldn’t push my luck.
I crawled up to the headboard and turned around, straddling his face with my back to the headboard so I could lean forward and play with his cock. I had barely found my balance before he was gripping me by the hips, pulling me down towards him and flicking his tongue against my clit.
I stroked his cock and played with his balls as he hungrily lapped up my juices. I fucking love having my pussy eaten, and Daddy knows this very well. He kissed and sucked on my clit, slipping one finger inside me and making me moan. He French-kissed my pussy over and over until I could feel myself about to cum. My thighs tightened their grip around his temples and he squeezed and smacked my ass, sucking harder on my clit. “Don’t stop Daddy, please make me cum,” I whimpered. He kept going and my legs started to tremble. He could tell the moment I started to cum, and so he did what he always does: he grabbed me tight and held me against him, keeping that steady pressure on my clit and forcing me to experience my orgasm fully.