The Man She Shouldn't Look At Twice II
SHE laughed and reached out for his c**k, her right hand roaming his groin.
“Am I doing anything to you, Mr. Cole?” She asked in a whisper.
“Just tell daddy you want this, and it is over,” he whispered.
She quickly sat up.
“Yes. Yes, I want this,” she cried.
He smiled.
“Say I want it, daddy,” he said.
She said it.
“Say f**k me, daddy.”
She said it, lacing it with pleas this time.
“Really? You want my c**k in your p***y, don't you?” He asked.
She nodded.
“Suck me,” he ordered.
Quickly, she yanked away the duvet draped over their legs, knelt on the bed and brought out his solid member from his shorts, her right hand wrapped over it as though it was a property she guarded jealously. The veined member was so fat and long.
“Mm,” she exclaime
