ANGEL
I stuck my tongue out and every time his c**k came close enough, I licked the tip, tasting the precúm that coated it. The combination of sensations—his c**k between my bréasts, the taste of him on my tongue—made me dizzy with need.
“You like that, baby girl? Like having Daddy’s c**k between your títs?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “I love it. Love feeling you everywhere.”
He thrust harder, faster, his breathing becoming ragged. I could feel his c**k throbbing between my bréasts, could feel it getting even harder somehow.
“Keep them pressed together,” he growled. “Tight. I’m going to cúm all over these pretty títs.”
“Please Daddy,” I begged, squeezing my bréasts tighter around him. “Please cúm on me. Mark me. I want it.”
His thrusts became erratic and I knew he was close. I kept my
