My pussy clenched down on his cock. My orgasms surged through me. I had just my two suitcases of clothes and my carry-on. My pussy clenched so hard I almost climaxed from the force. My shaved pussy dripped juices that ran down my thighs as I quivered there. I barely could fit five pairs of shoes. He would love every moment of it. I was taking selfies.”
“Posting them on your Instagram page?”
I froze. I went with a flirty, pleated skirt that I rolled up at the waistband twice so that it barely covered my ass. “What?” I asked, beaming at him. I have to take care of him. This was so hot. “Uh, grow up and start cooking?”
“I’m nineteen,” I said, rolling my eyes. This was the best delight in the world. He rubbed at his cheek where I kissed him, and then he glanced down at his crotch. “You can’t just barge in here,” I said, not even looking at him. You’re my daddy. I hummed as I cooked, grilling them with sliced apples to give them a great deal of flavor.
