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ARIELLA
Eric’s throbbing hard-on was right in front of my mouth as he sat on the chair and I knelt between his legs. I flattened my tongue under the sensitive tip. My c**t thrummed in time with my pounding heartbeat. He was a grown-up version of candles on a birthday cake—a thing I could blow to grant me wishes, and I was going in for the frosting.
I moved my head up and down the hard length of his erection, using my fingertips to touch him in as many places as I could—over his thighs, buttocks, and impressive six pack as I shoved my mouth down around the base of his c**k.
His body was so different from mine. Hard, hairy, hot. The contrast turned me into an animal until my own refrain echoed through my head. Yeah, Daddy, f**k my face. Fill my mouth up with c*m.
In the silence betwe
