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I see the movement of his arm from the corner of my eye, and I want to drop down to my knees so I can both look into his eyes and watch hiht about before

I want his cum

I want it on me

I want to taste it

I want it inside me

Before I can stop myself, I look directly into his eyes, and the words coirl for you” The last one catches on my lips as I force it forward “Daddy”

The moveers on rip around my throat

“Say that again,” he rumbles, and my belly flips as I rise onto my tiptoes

His hand tightens, and I struggle to take a breath, filling s before I repeat the words

“I want to be a dirty girl for you, Daddy”

“Fuck” His eyes close for a rip is on e of the bed, he orders, “Sit”

I co head of a cock nearly as long as my forearm

Tre, I watch in awe as he releases his erection, strips his jacket, tie and shirt, and tosses them on the end of the bed

My own need throbs inside s ht

“Take off your shirt,” he co up, spreading his zipper wide

My fingers shake as I grab the botto it over my head, still unsure any of this is real

I could be drea I did bump my head Maybe it’s like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz; I’ll wake up, and ain

He rips the shirt froo and tosses it onto the floor with a grunt like a cave naked onup and down, and when I look, I notice the fingers on his right hand are twitching