Daddies Taste Better
Hot, thick pulses flooded my mouth, spilling over my tongue, and down my throat.
I swallowed greedily with a moan, my throat working around him, taking every drop he gave me until he was spent, shuddering, hips jerking with the last weak spurts.
He held me there a moment longer until his cock softened in my mouth, then slowly he pulled out, a thick string of cum and saliva connecting my lips to the head before it snapped.
“Swallow,” he ordered, voice hoarse but firm.
I did, every fucking drop, my throat working visibly as I swallowed, eyes locked on his the entire time.