His hand comes down again and again without a break, and instead of hating it, my entire body is aching.
"Please, Daddy, please." I don't beg him to stop, but to make me c*m.
He sits me up and pulls my shirt and bra off, leaving me naked in his lap. I can see where my s*x had been resting on his thigh because of the giant wet spot on his jeans. He grips my chin.
"You don't keep things from me."
I nod in agreement. "I'm sorry," I say, hating the disappointment in his eyes.
"Prove it," he orders, releasing my chin. "Get on your knees." I slip off his lap and kneel in front of him. "You're going to suck my c**k until I come down your pretty throat. I don't care if you're choking on it or that flight attendant comes back in here. You keep sucking because all that matters to you now is ple
