Fast, slow, she has no idea if what she does is normal. The only thing that she does know is that it feels good, so, so fucking good, and she isn't about to hold back now. It seems completely unnecessary. This could be a once in a life time chance to feel this with him and she isn't about to stifle herself any more. He wants her, he wants her so very badly and wants everything that comes along with it. To deny him would just end up denying herself and weakening something very special between them. Even as she breathes against his mouth and grabs on to his shoulders, she is firmly aware that she does not plan on making this a one time only thing. Every time she can get something from him she will, gladly and that only increases her arousal.
So dirty. So forbidden, and so very readily available from him. Their little secret. She is good at keeping secrets.
"It feels good, oh, your fingers are so much better then mine, daddy." Even the small, sudden orgasm is almost better then the one's she has had at her own fingers late at night. It's better because it is under his gaze, under his fingertips, and it's his fingers that force her long legs sprawled open, touching her in such a skilled way, to keep her wet and feeling good, but not to over stimulate her causing her hips to tilt and her legs to shut. Even if it did ache she would find it hard to shut her leg around him. When he tells her her noises are acceptable she nods, whimpering and groaning out as she tilts her legs up toward his fingers.
She feels so dirty, so full of sex and a sort of depravity opiate. It's not something that she shies away from, but seems to embrace and want more of. There doesn't seem to be any uncertainty in her when she watches him kiss down her body to her cunt. Eyes open. This is filth. This is wrong. Blood between her legs doing things to her in such a knowing, straight forward manner. Up on her elbows for a better view, her head falls back when his tongue moves over her cunt and she cries out.
Liberating.
"Eat it all, daddy, lick it all up." Her hand moving over his dark hair, gripping at the strands as she pushes herself up against him, eyes dark, teeth bared as she watches him, just as wrong and depraved as she is, and that just makes it so much better.
Misery isn't the only thing who wants company.
Each pass of his tongue gets her shuddering and gasping, it won't be long till she comes again and it will be one hell of an orgasm. She grinds against his face, wanton, aggressive, looking for more of him, more pleasure. "I want to come all over your face, I want to come all over your fingers, and when you finally put your cock inside of me, I am going to be soaked. Look what you've done to me, daddy."
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Date: 2012-07-29 08:51 pm (UTC)So dirty. So forbidden, and so very readily available from him. Their little secret. She is good at keeping secrets.
"It feels good, oh, your fingers are so much better then mine, daddy." Even the small, sudden orgasm is almost better then the one's she has had at her own fingers late at night. It's better because it is under his gaze, under his fingertips, and it's his fingers that force her long legs sprawled open, touching her in such a skilled way, to keep her wet and feeling good, but not to over stimulate her causing her hips to tilt and her legs to shut. Even if it did ache she would find it hard to shut her leg around him. When he tells her her noises are acceptable she nods, whimpering and groaning out as she tilts her legs up toward his fingers.
She feels so dirty, so full of sex and a sort of depravity opiate. It's not something that she shies away from, but seems to embrace and want more of. There doesn't seem to be any uncertainty in her when she watches him kiss down her body to her cunt. Eyes open. This is filth. This is wrong. Blood between her legs doing things to her in such a knowing, straight forward manner. Up on her elbows for a better view, her head falls back when his tongue moves over her cunt and she cries out.
Liberating.
"Eat it all, daddy, lick it all up." Her hand moving over his dark hair, gripping at the strands as she pushes herself up against him, eyes dark, teeth bared as she watches him, just as wrong and depraved as she is, and that just makes it so much better.
Misery isn't the only thing who wants company.
Each pass of his tongue gets her shuddering and gasping, it won't be long till she comes again and it will be one hell of an orgasm. She grinds against his face, wanton, aggressive, looking for more of him, more pleasure. "I want to come all over your face, I want to come all over your fingers, and when you finally put your cock inside of me, I am going to be soaked. Look what you've done to me, daddy."