His hands are big and strong as they hold me down. His tanned skin contrasting against my porcelain one drastically. The mop of his dark hair lower down to my thighs as he gives me those sinful eyes, the eyes he gives me when he's hungry for something other than food.
I held my breath, my fingers gripping the sheets about my head as to not move down and push his face in my p***y, disobeying him. It's the last thing I want to do, knowing I'll be punished deeply, and he'd enjoy every second of it. I would enjoy it too, of course. But tonight I'm too needy for him to do something reckless.
“Daddy...” I breathe, my small body writhing under him for release, pleading him to take mercy, but he just stays there, his lips pressed to my pubes as he watches me with the eyes of a hawk, deep in conc
