I lean against the front bumper of the truck and wait while she runs back inside. A minute later, she jogs back out and I almost swallow my tongue over the way her t**s jiggle around in her white tank top. Dear lord, how am I going to make it through this game? I make matters worse by boosting her up into the truck, dragging the nylon seatbelt down the center of her rack and locking her into place. "Thanks," she says, sounding a little winded.
And those n*****s pop up into little peaks, right there in front of my eyes.
The proof that I've turned her on gives me the push I need to slide my palm between the leather seat and her p***y, rubbing the top of her slit with the heel of my hand, squeezing her warmth until she whimpers. "Thanks, who?"
"Thanks, Daddy," she says in a rush.
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