Wanting Daddy
I urged her, and she whimpered then scooped her boobs with both hands, causing my cock to tighten even further against my pants.
Just like her, I was desperate for a release.
“Oh, daddy,” She moaned, and I raised a brow in sensual surprise.
I had to admit, I preferred her calling me that than my name, which suddenly sounded boring in that moment.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I w-want you to touch me,” Diana croaked, one of her hand straying downward to cup her wet vessel, “Please, daddy. I need you so bad.”
“Keep touching yourself for me, baby girl,” I replied, palming my erection.
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