Christ, Christ almighty, now that's his little girl. Now, it's not in him to let this be a one-off, and it's horrible and stupid and dangerous with Delilah but she's not going to stop him, she won't even know. Salome is a trustworthy girl, her word worth so much more than her mother's. She'll be good, he's sure she'll be good. And even if she's not, fuck, who could help it when she cries out the way she does, groans and whines and says such filthy, vile things like the wicked little creature she is.
"Where did you learn to speak like that, young lady?" He chuckles darkly, nuzzling against her clit while she grinds against him like a bitch in heat. "Not that I'm complaining, I love a pretty girl with a dirty mouth."
He suspects it's like that old drug PSA--'I learned it by watching you!'--and the idea of Salome eavesdropping on the hyper-rare occasions when he's had a woman over while she was visiting strikes him with another peel of perverse joy.
Richard groans while she grips her hair, presses herself up against his mouth with an aggression that makes him proud, and he pours himself into his work upon her, his tongue merciless against her save for the moments he pauses to suckle against her clit or gently, so gently, brush his tongue and lips against the soaked entrance. He pays careful attention to her body language, the tension in her muscles, and one finger teases against her tight little cunt before slowly, patiently sliding within her.
A growl of desire peels from his lips while he nuzzles against her, the finger within her stroking, teasing, consumed by the tight, wet depths of her. "Jesus, oh, Salome, pretty girl, your little cunt is incredible--you naughty, wicked little girl." His finger twitches within her, lips working against her clit between the words. "I can't believe how excited you are to let your daddy fuck you." He licks his chops, the taste of her intoxicating. "And you taste so good, I can't stand it."
Holding back is so difficult, it makes his ears burn and his skull throb like his cock, but he needs to. Just a little longer. "We need you nice and soaking wet so that when you finally get to have daddy's dick it'll feel wonderful. Soak the sheets for me, pretty baby, I want to make you feel better than you've ever felt." One hand pushes her legs wider, then spreads her lips again, and a second finger joins the first while his mouth resumes its work, all of it with the goal of making her explode, the moment senseless, mad, vile, and one of the more painfully erotic things he's ever experienced for it.
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"Where did you learn to speak like that, young lady?" He chuckles darkly, nuzzling against her clit while she grinds against him like a bitch in heat. "Not that I'm complaining, I love a pretty girl with a dirty mouth."
He suspects it's like that old drug PSA--'I learned it by watching you!'--and the idea of Salome eavesdropping on the hyper-rare occasions when he's had a woman over while she was visiting strikes him with another peel of perverse joy.
Richard groans while she grips her hair, presses herself up against his mouth with an aggression that makes him proud, and he pours himself into his work upon her, his tongue merciless against her save for the moments he pauses to suckle against her clit or gently, so gently, brush his tongue and lips against the soaked entrance. He pays careful attention to her body language, the tension in her muscles, and one finger teases against her tight little cunt before slowly, patiently sliding within her.
A growl of desire peels from his lips while he nuzzles against her, the finger within her stroking, teasing, consumed by the tight, wet depths of her. "Jesus, oh, Salome, pretty girl, your little cunt is incredible--you naughty, wicked little girl." His finger twitches within her, lips working against her clit between the words. "I can't believe how excited you are to let your daddy fuck you." He licks his chops, the taste of her intoxicating. "And you taste so good, I can't stand it."
Holding back is so difficult, it makes his ears burn and his skull throb like his cock, but he needs to. Just a little longer. "We need you nice and soaking wet so that when you finally get to have daddy's dick it'll feel wonderful. Soak the sheets for me, pretty baby, I want to make you feel better than you've ever felt." One hand pushes her legs wider, then spreads her lips again, and a second finger joins the first while his mouth resumes its work, all of it with the goal of making her explode, the moment senseless, mad, vile, and one of the more painfully erotic things he's ever experienced for it.