“Happy fucking Father’s Day…” you muttered as you turned the radio up. You can feel my tight pussy stretching around you and hear me take a deep breath. I’m completely oblivious to you as I bound around, braids bouncing along with the music on my tits, barely contained under my tight pink tank top. “Very good girl”
One last giggle before I wrap up in a towel and I’m off, about to head back to my room for some fresh clothes. Please…” I ask again, desperate for release. You feel me beginning to squirm, my own desire and pleasure at seeing you happy making me wet as I think about you in me. I giggle again and slip it in to my mouth, letting it go all the way to the back of my throat. I slowly pull down my shorts, looking innocently in to your eyes the entire time and reveal my smooth cunny before quickly hopping into the shower with you. You kick off your shoes and step quietly down the hall. “Uh-huh. “Yeah baby it’s me. “Please Daddy?” I almost beg, trying hard not to cum until Daddy says I can. My pierced tongue runs up and down the length of your shaft, trying to take in as much as it can.
