
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
A growl vibrated from his chest, and my pussy clenched around my fingers. I pumped them in hard, scraping my finger tips against my G-spot as he’d taught me. The wet, sloppy sounds of my fucking myself and my moans filled his bedroom. As my orgasm drew closer, my thighs trembled, getting weaker and weaker, bringing me lower and closer to his mouth. Like the viper he is, Larry stilled. He was waiting to strike, waiting till I was weak and slipped so his mouth could latch on to my cunt and drag me through my orgasm. Only, I pulled my fingers free before I fell over the edge. Panting, I sat on his chest and pushed my fingers into his mouth.
Daddy sucked at my fingers greedily like a starving man waiting to be fed. His eyes were darker than normal. Blotted almost black with the lust he was fighting. I was already in trouble; there was no reason to stop his turn now.









