An unraveled mess before me, her post nut clarity seemed to be hitting before her orgasm could die down completely. The uncertainty was back. Just a flicker in her eyes before the pseudo bravado I knew better than most made an appearance. I was too turned on to care.
"Weren't you just begging daddy to f**k your p***y? Be careful what you wish for, Olive. You just might get it," I said, closing the distance between us to return to my place between her thighs.
"I was horny off my ass. I just needed a release. We're not f*****g," she said bravely, but when I put her hand on my d**k, she went on autopilot, glaring hungrily as her hands went to work.
My eyelids fell shut. I sighed and let out a groan of appreciation.
"Daddy's baby girl knows how to use her hands. What about your mouth,
