The Journey

I thought it would be nice to take a little puff of weed to relax more, so I grabbed my little pipe off the makeup table, and saw Daddy Daryl’s card again. “Don’t do that, you’re too hot and too good at it, and I want to last,” he said. I took one hand off of his back and brought it to his crotch. He moaned loudly as I did, and brought one of his hands away from my ass and put it on the back of my head, forcing me all the way down his shaft and making me audibly gag as he did so. The thing is, I really enjoyed sucking his cock that night. I acted like I didn’t hear it, and about 30 seconds later, I heard more knocks, a little bit louder than the first ones. “So, what part of town are you,” was all I could get out of my mouth, because as I turned around, he was facing me, and put his finger gently on my lips, telling me not to speak. The thing is, I really enjoyed sucking his cock that night. “Do you have a pen, daddy?” I asked, as I sat down at my makeup table to freshen up.