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Falling Down
We leave, and I drive. Which feels crazy. I keep looking over at him and laugh as I don't think I have ever seen him in a car before.
"Don't get used to it, baby girl." He laughs and winks.
"But daddy looks so cute in the passenger seat." I laugh as he groans.
"We're going shopping. Depending on what you buy, it won't fit on the bike. Just drive, baby girl, because if I get bored, I may start to play." He winks at me.
"Play, with me daddy?" I watch as he nods. "How will you play, daddy? Your fingers stroking along my body before pushing into my hot, wet pussy."
His eyes widen as he stares at me.
"Baby girl, don't fucking taunt me, or I swear!"
I laugh and nod.
"But taunting daddy is so fucking hot." I hear him groan and watch as his cock hardens more.
"It won't be when you can't sit for a week, brat."
"I think that will make it hotter, daddy, don't you?"
"Okay, enough! Just because we're out, don
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