I took him past my lips, smelling his musky scent, tasting the saltiness of the tip, the thick fluid that flowed from him. He moved forward, giving a firm thrust and hitting the back of my throat. I choked and coughed, but then he pulled out, gripping my hair in his strong hands. “Mmm, so good, Ginny,” he growled. I began sucking him, using my tongue to swirl along his length, getting myself acquainted with all the ridges and veins that covered him. His thrusts became predictable, steady, as he moved in and out of my mouth.I felt desire building between my legs, a strong urge to touch myself. My own fluid was seeping out of me, more shame to face later when washing my clothes. I wanted to touch myself, but I craved Daddy’s touch worse. And with the hopes that he would touch me next, bring me to orgasm once again, I shifted my thoughts from touching myself to touching him. I reached up with my free hand and cupped his testicles through his trousers, feeling h
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