Our rhythm is precise and gentle, the motions combine into one. My head kicks back with I feel the first touch of your lips on my manhood. I moan de...ply and arch my back trying to resist the explosion inside me. We continue to explore each other until we have again met with our lips. I am looking in your eyes and I ask if my place my manhood inside you. Waiting to hear yes for your lips I hold you tight. When you answer yes I do not rush in like some k** in a playground. Holding you. I also bought 7 pairs of shoes, heels actually, I thought that I’d look good walking around wearing only a pair of heels.I spent a fortune but who cares, daddy can afford it.About an hour later I was disturbed by the doorbell ringing. Without even thinking about it I ran downstairs and opened the door. It was only when the postman looked me up and down, then smiled, that I remembered that I was naked.My jaw dropped and I said,“Oops, sorry, I forgot to put something on.”“That’s okay, is your. She started sending me those types of messages. One day I sent her a sex story. Later she texted me that it was great story and she liked it and asked where I got them from?. I told her about Indian sex stories. We started sexting each other and soon our relationship had grown to the next level we use to talk about sex and all. We planned on having sex in my house and was waiting for the opportunity.One day my grandmother told me that she had to go to her village next day because she had some. Gonna flood you out..."! Gemma began to puff and pant as I rode her, thrashing about underneath me and digging her nails into my back. "Ooh yeah, Daddy give it me...I want your spunk...give it me..." I was on the vinegar strokes now and I knew that I was going to shoot a massive load up her; a dirty little whore who loved the cock! Suddenly, Gemma arched her back and cried out as a massive orgasm smashed into her and she cried out, "F...fuckin' Jesus...ooh...ooh..."! I could hold back no longer.