Without warning, Lucas' tongue lashed out, licking a hot line across her already sensitive flesh. Emily gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. His talented mouth danced around her c**t, teasing and tormenting with expert precision. Just as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her core, he pulled away, pressing a gentle kiss to her inner thigh.
"Daddy," Emily whimpered as Lucas emerged from under the table, his self-satisfied smirk making her want to both kiss and slap him. "This is mean."
Lucas merely hummed, settling back into his chair and picking up his fork. He took a large bite of pancake, closing his eyes in exaggerated bliss. "Mmm," he said, licking his lips. "You know, these taste even better when I still have the taste of your p***y on my tongue."
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