Make Me Moan, Daddy
“So desperate to cum for Daddy.”
“More,” I gasped. “Don’t stop, daddy.”
He added a third finger, curling them just right, and I nearly screamed.
“God... mmfuckingfuck... Daddy! Oh fuck!”
“There it is,” he growled. “That filthy little mouth calling for Daddy. Bet you love cumming for me more than anyone else.”
I nodded frantically. “Yes—only you. Only ever you, daddy.”
“Cum for me then,” he said darkly, rubbing my clit again. “Let me feel how bad you need me.”