He played with the nub, went inside, rubbed and pleasured me, his fingers wet with my juice.
I panted and held onto his shoulder, shaking a little.
"Daddy," I managed to say between gasps.
"Oh, baby..."
"Go down on me, daddy...?"
"Oh, f**k, f**k, f**k, we don't have time..."
"Then hurry the f**k up, daddy," I urged, my eyes pleading.
"Shit." he muttered.
He slid down until his knees were on the floor. I swung my leg around so he'd be between my legs. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the fabric of my thigh... high on his cheek, the warmth of my bare thighs, and the wonderful scented wetness of me, his stepdaughter's p***y.
I gripped his hair. He wrapped his arms around my thighs.
And he got to work on me.
"Eat me, daddy, eat me," I groaned.
It was a little painful how I
