Daddies And Their Naughty Angel
His voice was thicker now, teasing my body further, my nipples were so strained that they turned physically painful.
“It h-hurts,” Another tear escaped my eyelid, running to the side of my face.
Daddy’s roughened thumb stroked the tears and brushed my cheek slowly before lingering close to my lips.
I wanted to open my mouth, to take his thumb in to suck on it.
I wanted to lick Daddy’s finger and make it shiny and wet just as Jillian did to his cóck.
“The doctor will be here soon, where does it hurt?” He asked again, this time adjusting our positions.