I wanted to do it all. Drool spilled over my chin. His moans echoed through his office. I don’t know why I thought to look in there, but where else could he be? To show him that I loved him right from the start of the morning like a daddy’s girl should. “And that’s why you want to trust us to…” He paused. “It’s not fair!”
I kicked my legs. We’re meant for each other. He fucked me with such prowess. “Shit, I’m such a terrible father, but this feels so good.”
“You’re the best father ever!” I gasped. “Ooh,” I groaned to my reflection in the mirror on the closet door. I looked sexy. “Mmm, look. “I can be your daddy.”
“You’re not her daddy,” @machoc typed. The dam struggled to hold back my orgasm. “Hey, Daddy, where you at?” I typed. I nursed hard as he slid out of my gullet. It was amazing. I was so thrilled by it. Mom was off on her honeymoon with Peter. I hummed as I pulled on the nylons.
