My cunnie too was shiny, my landing strip matted down wetly, and my lips were flushed and puffy. I could see I was wet and pink inside.
'Come on, Amy. We need to sort of swap places. I'm going to lie back, and you're going to sit on me.'
I eased off the bed for a moment on slightly wobbly legs, my girl-juices sticky on my inner thighs. Daddy hadn't come yet, but I knew that he usually leaked a little before he did, so some of the stickiness might be down to him.
'You want me to sit on your face Daddy?'
He laughed a little at that. 'Oh, angel I do. But right now, I want you facing me, and then I want you sat down on my lap. I'm going to get deep into your cunnie that way. You're going to kind of ride me, a bit like how you rode Mummy's face after lunch. But instead of Mummy's tongue, yo
