“You want my tongue?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy. I love your tongue.”
It was so true. I loved everything he did to me, but his tongue was especially talented. He liked to tease me and make me come so hard I screamed, literally.
That was probably why he did not want to f**k me while Mom was home.
He leaned in and swirled his tongue around my opening, lapping up all the wetness. When his flexed tongue pressed inside, I groaned and tilted my hips toward his mouth.
He spread my p***y open with his thumbs, trying to get his tongue deeper inside me as I circled my c**t with the vibrator. Could he feel it from inside me?
I tried to clamp down on his tongue with my inner muscles. Daddy groaned, low and quiet. When he pulled back, his nostrils flared in that way they did when he had reached his
