Chapter 4
“I'll be anything you want me to be, daddy,” I gushed, arching my back and moaning.
“Then be a helpful baby girl and get these pants off me. It's time we put that mouth of yours to use,” he instructed me, rising up.
“My mouth?” I whimpered, already doubting that such a thick pole could possibly squeeze between my lips – at least not without tearing off my jaw!
“Yes, Isabelle. I'm going to stick this big c**k into your mouth. And you're going to like it,” he smiled, my sweet daddy. And somehow, he was able to convince me that it would, definitely, be a wonderful experience.
And so I reached up, slowly undoing his pants (my forearm brushed against his erect p***s several times, and my god, it was so solid!).
“Pull them down,” he repeated.
I did as he told me, yanking the pan
