Likewise he was ramming me rougher than he ever had.“UNGH! Fuck! Yes! Yes Daddy! Oh my god yes! I’m worthless Daddy! Oh fuck! Just a little cockwh...re!” my body was starting to go limp from orgasm and as I started to slide down he held me up by my throat, spit in my face and then slapped me.“I’m cumming! I’m cumming Daddy! Please!”“Please? Please what whore?”“Ruin me Daddy! Ruin my slutty little cunt!”He looked at me grinned, snarled really. There was a look in his eyes that can only be. “God damn you would win the super bowl of dick sucking baby girl! Some of the best head I ever got, but don’t worry more time and we’ll make you hands down the best head I’ve ever gotten!” He said as he slipped his hand inbetween her legs on the inner thigh, close enough to her sweet juicy womanhood to be sexually enticing, but not quit there to be sexually pleasurable. He would slide his hand upwards and back to the same spot, teasing her, building her desire for even a graze of his fingers on. Ionly had 45 seconds to perform my first costume change, and there was nomargin for error.---I was starting to get really nervous as I changed out of my last costumeand into the outfit that I would be wearing when I would be spending timewith my fans. It was a simple, white dress that had only a small flourishof gold along the right side to provide the Glam. But it wasn't the dressthat made me nervous; I had worn much tighter and more revealing clothesbefore. What was really worrying me was the. My unzipped trousers were bulging. Now Amali Aunty straight away pushed down my trousers and shorts. My penis sprang up. Amali Aunty was looking at my penis with hunger in her eyes. She exclaimed, Oh! What a huge member you have, long and fat. I like it. She took my cock in her palm and moved all over it. Amali Aunty turned her eyes once again towards me asked, Want to touch? I vigorously nodded. Amali Aunty said, Go ahead. I started touching her bare breasts. I moved my hands all over her.