Father, Please.
My fingers gripped his locks as I cry out again, begging to have some form of release, I needed it, I was bursting at the seams, and if he was not in my way, I would have touched myself, it wasn’t the same, but it was something.
“You look so pretty when you beg me Kitten.” he whispered against my ear.
I squeezed my legs tighter, he pushes them open, tsking as he does,
“Beg me properly Kitten, maybe I would consider.”
“Please let me come for you daddy.”
He flicked the head of my clit as he says,
“Very well, you may come for me.”