It had never occurred to him to use her in this position before, as he enjoyed his daughter’s naked yoga practices every morning and now he was as curious as a spoiled brat with a big plate of candy in front of him. Maybe he should to pinch it between his teeth and pull it out, even rip it off. I was sure the moon had waited all night for this moment without changing its location in the sky to see this scene. The moonlight shone behind him and he was still a silhouette. There was no point faking sleep. “uh-huh, so good daddy…” I whispered, without taking my excited eyes off the point of penetration. Maybe he had still naked and that creepy boa lying on his one leg with head and torso bruised. I don’t need to know a man to look at him like that. All I knew about him right now that was what I held in my palms. I raised my rear slightly and I waited for him to bury his stubble face in my nymp-hole and dip his tongue into my nectar again.
