As he slowly, almost painfully sunk into her depths, Amelia let forth a series of whimpers, her flush returned in full force, the deep bites into her lower lip doing little to muffle the growing sounds of her pleasure, each stab of pain worth every ounce of pleasure as she was stretched. “The SHIP is run on steam and coal, she doesn’t fly per say, though we are air born. “Mm my, my, little girl, did you like it as much as Daddy did?” He inquired, referring to himself as Daddy, which only touched Amelia deep down, somewhere primal as she answered with an eager nod, her lips to busy kissing his wantonly. The large steering wheel was taller than Amelia herself, covered in intricately carved designs, it had three interwoven circles, connected and surrounded by leather bound handles for manual navigation, beside her a smaller stand that puffed out steam on occasion, a dial and buttons on top. No ulterior motives I promise you little one.”
Obe liked watching the girl, her small, cute movements, the
