In fact, he didn’t let me up until he was totally finished cumming, which was probably a full minute.When he did let me up, I was finally able to sw...llow. “You’d better not spill any next time, bitch.” And he was gone.I sat back on my heels, still gasping for air. Actually, his cum didn’t taste that bad. It had a strange texture, but it wasn’t bad. He’d said, “Next time...” so I knew that wouldn’t be the last time he’d make me do that.Fortunately for me, the next day was Saturday. My parents. The landlady, Mrs. Jones, waited on us to our apartment, and with great volubility of tongue, explained to us all its conveniences: “that her own maid should wait on us... that the best of quality had lodged at her house... that her first floor was let to a foreign secretary of an embassy, and his lady... that I looked like a very good natured lady...” At the word lady, I blushed out of flattered vanity: this was strong for a girl of my condition; for though Charles had the precaution of. So I'll be a whore to him! She began rotating and undulating her loins up against him, tentatively at first and then with increasing enthusiasm.Then Sharon stiffened, unable to believe that she had really felt the beginning tingle of familiar pleasure up between her legs. But she had! There was no denying it. She tried desperately to quench it. She couldn't let him know that her body was reacting to his animal screwing... she just couldn't. But there was no stopping it. The erotically rippling. Then he'd shove it back in. I loved that."Lightening flared outside, momentarily illuminating the room, like a camera's flash." Hold me tight Daddy, I'm scared." He squeezed me with his strong arms and fucked me like only a daddy can."Don't worry baby, Daddy's here to fuck you all you want for now on." I'm so happy to finally have you inside me." You're a special little girl. You're not afraid to break the rules." Fuck me hard Daddy."My body jerked under his powerful thrusts. Waves of pleasure.