Chapter 43
Poppy
On the sixth day of Christmas, Santa gave to me- Six minutes of footjob
Five pearls in my a.s.s,
Four inches of Tongue,
Three orgasms at the mall,
Two hands a-groping
And a c.u.mshot on the a.s.s cheeks
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If Daddy wanted to play, then it was game on.
I glanced down at my plate, snatched up my fork and put a small piece of food in my mouth. His eyes bored holes into me as I chewed then they suddenly snapped close when I pressed both feet around his c**k.
Oh, that's it, I thought giddily, moving my feet slowly, pressing the arch of one foot along his shaft, feeling every thick inch of his c**k, my toes curling slightly around the head.
Daddy's hand gripped my ankle tighter under the table.
My face was burning. My t**s were pressing against the table edge
