The head bumped my c**t again and again. My thighs started shaking. My moans got louder. I was soaking him. f**k, I was soaking everything.
“Shake that ass,” he growled, voice rising with need. “Twerk for me. I want to see it bounce. Clap that s**t on my lap, kitten. You’re my f*****g show now.”
I bit my lip and leaned forward, hands braced on his knees, and I started to bounce. Real bouncing.
My ass slapped down with every drop, every little twerk making his c**k slide through my folds and smear with my slick. The sound of my ass clapping against his thighs echoed through the room, wet and sharp and obscene.
I looked back over my shoulder, messy hair in my face, t**s still leaking, body trembling, and moaned, “You like that, Daddy? You like how I twerk for you even after you f****d m
