Jenna giggled to herself, realizing it must be working. John looked at her in shock, slowly nodding. John cleared his throat nervously, looking back up at her, “sure, I guess so.”
‘This is going to be easier than I thought,’ Jenna thought to herself as she walked over to the couch, that was caddy corner from the recliner, and sat down, making sure her shirt lifted up enough to show her crotch. “I wanna cum again daddy, are you gonna make me cum again?” She moaned, slamming herself into his thrusts. Jenna looked up at him and smiled, “do you like that daddy?”
“Uh huh,” was all John could mutter out, feeling his cum starting to boil already. John looked up at her in disbelief, knowing he should tell her no, but his sexual urges taking over now, “I guess so, there’s no harm with that.” Jenna smiled wider as she slowly reached down and put her finger on just the head, feeling it throb against it. His eyes went back to her chest as he tried to
