Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
There are different types of men, and it makes sense that they would have different hobbies. Some men come home from a long day and plop down on the couch to watch sports. Others spend their time playing video games. Daddy likes to play with his toy.
He came home from a long day of work looking beat down. By the sun and by the hard labor of his blue-collar job. “Come here, girl.” He huffed as he sat down to kick off his boots. I watched the way his shoulders sagged into the couch, and how his eyes devoured me. I was wearing black lace panties and a loose tank top. No bra, just to tease him with the way the tips of my erect nipples drew up the thin fabric. His big hand patted his thigh, and I took a seat in his lap.
Daddy’s Toy
First, he hugged his arms around my waist and tucked his nose into my hair. I felt him breathe me in. Like a much-needed reset, and on his exhale, out went the day’s stress. His lips found my neck, and I tipped my head to grant his access. Those calloused hands cupped my tits with care. His thumb brushed over my hard nipples, which made me squirm in his lap. I loved the way he chuckled at my reactions.
“Let me put you in my mouth.” I purred as my hips ground into where I could feel his cock swelling. He shook his head and moved his hands down to my hips.
“Up.” He spoke softly, and my ass lifted so he could slip my panties down my thighs. “Hands out.” He ordered just as softly. My eyes rolled, but I obeyed. Holding out my wrists for him. He easily tied my wet panties around my wrists and then gently pulled my hands up over my head. My back arched when he fit his head between my stretched-up arms, securing my back to his chest and leaving my front exposed.
“Daddy!” I whimpered, and he kissed my cheek.
Helplessly His
“Open your thighs and let me play with my toy.” His voice was almost a whisper, and I writhed on his lap as my legs spread wide. I looked down at my body. Helpless to stop or change anything he may wish to do to me. His hard cock was throbbing under my ass. I could feel it through his jeans, but he seemed in no hurry to free it. He tickled his fingers over my pussy lips and sighed in contentment. “I’ve been thinking of this all day.” His voice was becoming gruffer now. Thicker with his arousal, but still, his hands were lazy as they explored my most sensitive parts.
One hand tweaked my right nipple, the other hand brushed my clit and parted my pussylips to dip his thick fingers into my pussy. My moans grew, and his finger still moved at his own pace. When my hips began to buck, and my feet shifted from the floor to the couch and back again, but still, he took his time working me up and holding me on the edge. “I want to cum.” I whined when his wet fingers pinched and swirled at my swollen clit.
“You’re fine, baby.” He chuckled. “We have a long way to go.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357