Daddy stands from his stool. He straddles the legrest of the chair.
Cupping the inside of my thighs, he spreads me wide enough to accommodate his knees.
Then he slides down onto his stomach. Before I can panic about how close he is to my p***y, he leans down and licks a stripe up my soaked panties.
“Daddy!” I call out.
“Mm,” he hums against me as he licks me again. “So sweet.”
Gripping the armrests of the chair, I lift myself to his mouth. He hums again, licking and licking and licking. Each pass of his tongue is like a live wire of pleasure shocking my system.
“Macy,” he groans. “You beg so prettily.”
“Was I begging?”Daddy chuckles as he pulls my panties down. “You said ‘please’ about twenty times.”
“I… I didn’t know.”
“Don’t stop, baby. Daddy loves to hear you beg.”
Sliding up,
