She kissed me like she was starving.
My teeth grazed the bottom of her lip as my hands slipped under her ass, nudging her to move.
She giggled against my lips, “Well, someone's impatient,”
I groaned, my grip tightening around the soft folds of skin in her waist as she began grinding against me, her eyes locked on mine as if she wanted to see for herself that I was enjoying her sweet torture.
“Is this what you want, Daddy?” She asked, pausing to kiss me and then continuing before I could give an answer.
I let out a low, guttural groan.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” She cried, grinding harder, trying to reach her orgasm. The sound of our hips slapping together and her wonderful moans filled the car.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as she threw her head back, moaning louder. Her fingers slid up
