This is the story of the first couple of times a partner called me “daddy.” The first time, I really didn’t like it. The second time, I really, really did.
There are some girls who you have to work hard to get, and there are others who work hard to get you. Sarah was a member of the latter group. Not that she was desperate or anything – far from it, she was sure, confident, and knew exactly what she wanted from me: my dick. She put her hands on my thighs in the bar and I knew we needed to get the hell out of there.
Clothes came off and we fell on her plush bed. I climbed on top of her and the less I tried to support myself the more enthusiastic she got. I finally got the hint and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head and putting as much weight as I could on them. I slid into her dripping wet pussy and she convulsed around me, letting out a high pitched moan.
*It was really fucking hot. Until it wasn’t.*