Chelsea.
My entire body felt like it was on fire.
A million tiny flames crawling up my thighs, licking higher and higher, threatening to make me even wetter with every filthy thought.
My p***y was pulsing so hard it almost hurt.
I kept shifting in my seat, the short denim skirt riding up my thighs as I pressed them together desperately.
Every little movement made my swollen c**t rub against the soaked fabric of my panties, sending sharp sparks of need through me.
All I could think about was Daddy’s c**k.
Having it shoved down my throat yesterday.
The way it stretched my mouth wide, the way it pulsed against my tongue, the way I gagged and drooled all over it like a desperate little w***e.
The thick, heavy weight of it.
The salty taste of his c*m when he flooded my mouth.
