He blanched. He burned with energy. “Keep speaking!”
“I’ve stolen your panties,” I groaned. “And your daddy loved that the most!”
“I’m gonna cum on your cock again, Daddy!” she shrieked, her pussy spasming about cock, milking the cum out of my balls. I love it!”
Her pussy convulsed about my cock, her head threw back, and she screamed and moaned her passion. Which wasn’t like her. The guy may have a foot of height and a hundred pounds of muscle on me, but he cowered before my authority. I pictured my baby girl kneeling before the sultry, black-haired woman, eating her pussy. “I’m so close.”
She frowned. “Keep speaking!”
“I’ve stolen your panties,” I groaned. “My baby girl isn’t spending another minute in jail.”
“Your limo’s waiting out front, sir.”
The City Jail was newly built on the outskirts of town, and I fumed the entire, ten minute drive across town. “So perverted! Saturday, September 21st, 2013 – Randolf Cummins – Paris, Texas
I sat at my desk in city hall, nursing my scotch, worried sick about my baby girl.
