No doubt her liaison with her inept little boyfriend casts itself in stark comparison to this moment with Richard, whose fingers drift and tease and explore with the expertise lent by years of practice. As far as he's concerned, there's no more appropriate time to be wet than this, and he savors it--Salome can think it annoying all she wants, nothing turns him on as hard and as fast as feeling how desperate she is for him.
"Oh, babydoll, fuck." When she moves faster, his head rocks back against the headrest of the seat. This is a different kind of experience altogether from the one afforded to him by Delilah, and an even further cry from Susan. Between the way she talks and moves and looks, and the very simple fact that she's his Salome, this moment propels itself into immediate bliss. His fingers slide inside her, working in and out, the feel of her tight confines intoxicating after being kept from them.
"You dirty girl. Then it'd drip down your legs and you'd make an awful mess." Richard grins, then refrains from letting out a whine while her hand vanishes. He sees the reason, though, and groans sharply, his pulse pounding in his mouth as much as it does in his dick. "If you're going to wreck your panties, though, I suppose you're probably right. You can stand to go without them now and again when we're together since you can't help yourself near me. Oh, baby, fuck, do you know how sexy it is when you're this wet? How gorgeous it is when it drips down your leg like it did when I fucked you on the couch? Salome, you make my mouth water."
He nearly trembles, ready to burst out of his flesh while Salome goes down on him. Jesus, Christ, sometimes he feels so stupid. His nearly-naked, now-seventeen-year-old daughter in the car with him, giving him a blowjob while he fingers her and tries to drive down the highway. Everything about this is dangerous, and stupid, and it makes the whole thing that much more potent.
While that beautiful mouth does its glorious work, Richard's fingers curl within her again, gliding in and out with that supreme ease that makes him shudder. "Oh, good little girl, I can't wait to fuck you properly, baby, I don't know if you're going to get a chance to surf with all the nasty things your daddy wants to do to you." He laughs, his fingers moving faster, stroking that gorgeous velvet corridor while he moans and sighs and says, "Shit, I didn't realize how much I missed this."
It's difficult, oh so very difficult to maintain speed, watch out for other cars, stay on the road, keep a lane away from other drivers whenever possible, and all the sensation is going to his head and prickling the back of his neck. His mouth waters with envy for his hand, and his hips rock up into her mouth, the pace already growing with urgency to match that of his fingers. "I'm not going to hold it together much longer, baby."
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"Oh, babydoll, fuck." When she moves faster, his head rocks back against the headrest of the seat. This is a different kind of experience altogether from the one afforded to him by Delilah, and an even further cry from Susan. Between the way she talks and moves and looks, and the very simple fact that she's his Salome, this moment propels itself into immediate bliss. His fingers slide inside her, working in and out, the feel of her tight confines intoxicating after being kept from them.
"You dirty girl. Then it'd drip down your legs and you'd make an awful mess." Richard grins, then refrains from letting out a whine while her hand vanishes. He sees the reason, though, and groans sharply, his pulse pounding in his mouth as much as it does in his dick. "If you're going to wreck your panties, though, I suppose you're probably right. You can stand to go without them now and again when we're together since you can't help yourself near me. Oh, baby, fuck, do you know how sexy it is when you're this wet? How gorgeous it is when it drips down your leg like it did when I fucked you on the couch? Salome, you make my mouth water."
He nearly trembles, ready to burst out of his flesh while Salome goes down on him. Jesus, Christ, sometimes he feels so stupid. His nearly-naked, now-seventeen-year-old daughter in the car with him, giving him a blowjob while he fingers her and tries to drive down the highway. Everything about this is dangerous, and stupid, and it makes the whole thing that much more potent.
While that beautiful mouth does its glorious work, Richard's fingers curl within her again, gliding in and out with that supreme ease that makes him shudder. "Oh, good little girl, I can't wait to fuck you properly, baby, I don't know if you're going to get a chance to surf with all the nasty things your daddy wants to do to you." He laughs, his fingers moving faster, stroking that gorgeous velvet corridor while he moans and sighs and says, "Shit, I didn't realize how much I missed this."
It's difficult, oh so very difficult to maintain speed, watch out for other cars, stay on the road, keep a lane away from other drivers whenever possible, and all the sensation is going to his head and prickling the back of his neck. His mouth waters with envy for his hand, and his hips rock up into her mouth, the pace already growing with urgency to match that of his fingers. "I'm not going to hold it together much longer, baby."