She didn’t like the warm wet pressure of the tongue gliding up her slit. The feeling of her thighs held apart, leaving her prone and vulnerable made the situation even more uncomfortable. On her back, the scent of sex in the air, she laid restrained. Helpless. Exposed. Available to be used. She didn’t like it this way, but Daddy did so she did as she was told. And today she was told she would be tied up and used as Daddy saw fit.
The tongue continued in her slit, finding a sweet spot just to the side of her clit. Her hips moved involuntarily toward the source of the pleasure. Daddy was the only one she wanted to receive pleasure from, and though she couldn’t see through he blindfolds, she knew this tongue was not her Daddy’s. The idea of coming for someone who wasn’t her Daddy brought fear, guilt. Still, the tongue worked her pleasure spot bringing her ever closer to climax.