Unfortunately, it wasn’t nearly as easy to get into that pain-is-pleasure headspace without the help of Daddy’s drug. He must have seen it in my eyes, because he smiled softly, reaching up to reassuringly stroke his fingers through my hair. He had to be nine full inches, and thicker around than my wrist! “Pull my hair and spank my ass, Daddy! “Madi!” he gasped, grabbing my wrist and pulling me away. We tried to vary our genres from week to week, and Dad was partial to older stuff, especially black and whites. but from how hot and full they’re feeling right now, I think the milk production might just be permanent.”
“Gladly, baby!” he laughed, scooting down the bed a little and taking my nipple straight into his mouth. Daddy’s drug was a pretty extreme version of it, I’ll admit… “I need it! Maybe I should have waited, and had sex with him a few more times before I brought it up as a possibility.
