Daddy's little princess
The image was perfect, but I needed to get it implemented.
With a final touch, and my hand running on my hard cock, I screamed out, moaning her name as my come shot out, spraying so hard that I knew I had to clean it up.
Something had to be done. I couldn't go on this way, so I slipped my hands across to my phone, tapping on my screen as I sent a message to Wales.
*Dinner tonight at 9. Can you make it?*
*Yes, I can. Why don't I bring my gf? Will it be too much of a hurdle?*