“f**k,” Daddy groans.
I stayed frozen for a moment, trying to determine if that was a good curse or a bad one. Then his hot palms slide up the backs of my thighs.
My breath hitches when his finger slips beneath the string that bisects my ass. He tugs at it, causing my panties to pull tight against me. To rub over my c**t.
I feel the movement of his hand, of his wrist as he slides his finger up and down. It loosens and tightens my panties in the opposite rhythm to my throbbing c**t. I shift my hips from side to side, trying to get just a little more friction.
“Look how f*****g perfect you are,” Daddy says.
“Look how desperate you are for Daddy’s touch.”
I moan in response.
“I didn’t know.” He leans over me, pressing his chest against my back and his mouth against my ear.
“I didn’t
