Daddy…Please Teach Me
Using my phone light, I moved downstairs into the dark kitchen instead, hoping cold water would calm me.
I poured a glass, drank it slowly, but it did nothing.
My nipples poked against the thin shirt, my pussy dripped, calling for cock, begging me to go back up and pound on the door till Dante opened it.
I set the glass down and leaned against the counter, sliding one hand into my panties.
My fingers found my sensitive folds.
I circled my clit, biting my lip to stay quiet, remembering how his mouth had devoured me.
Two fingers plunged inside, fucking myself to the memory of his thick cock stretching me.