I take his hand as I stand up. But he has other plans. He’s scooping me up, lifting me off my feet. I’m six feet off the ground, with my thighs wrapped around his massive shoulders. My fingernails dig into his trap muscles for balance, but I don’t get to compose myself.
Because that sinful mouth of his? It starts to devour my p***y.
His tongue savors my flavor, lapping at it, taking everything I have to give. His teeth graze against my c**t before he envelops it inside his mouth. My Daddy eats me out so good. So good.
His jaw is against the delicate flesh of my inner thighs. His stubble will no doubt leave marks there, but I push my hips into his face anyway. I want this. No, I need this. I need this like I need oxygen. I feel like I might die if he ever stops touching me now.
His mout
