I take a few deep breaths as I take stock of my body. I buzz with the pleasure of the epic release.
“Did you rip my panties off?” I ask.
Daddy lifts the pink shredded lace with a satisfied smile.
“I think it’s my turn for dessert,” I say.
His smile grows wider as he moves back up onto the sofa, stretching his arms along the back as he spreads his legs. He looks like a king ready to be served. Damn if that doesn’t make me want him all over again.
He watches with hooded eyes as I unbutton and unzip his pants. When I reach into his underwear and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, my eyes fall on something.
The cupcake landed on the floor, but luckily landed bottom side down.
It sits there as if waiting to be finished.
I slide my hand up and down Daddy’s c**k. His tip is wet, and
