? Your hand slips betweenmy legs and you feel the juices still lingering around, and bring it out so Ican smell it.? "Whew, thats me?? I stink!"? You ...augh as you put your fingers in mymouth.? "Clean my fingers of? your juices."? I moan softly and grimce as I taste it, butrealize its not really that bad, kinda salty and musky, but livable.? You smile as you take your fingers out of mymouth and go back down.? "We'll getyou cleaned up, but I want you to know?what I taste when I eat you."?Same two. Countess Mila reclined in her tub, spreading her legs wide, revealing the dripping flower of her sex. I was overcome by an urge to lick it, to shove my tongue into the great female mystery I’d never seen before. She began to massage her…well, the guys in my village called it a honeypot. And that is what it resembled. Her fingers were soon coated with her juices, which she rubbed across her belly and firm, perfectly sized breasts; she writhed in sexual pleasure. Suddenly, the manacles of every. I was wearing my new outfit that I had just gotten earlier this week. Starting with pink ruffled panties then a few layers of short petticoats alternating in black and pink. Over the petticoats was a short tartan skirt in matching black and pink. Under the petticoats was a black garter belt that with little pink bows held up black thigh-high nylons, while I stood atop 5in Mary Jane heels. I was wearing a short black tie with a white blouse that was straining to contain my DD breast forms that. And on top of all that, almosta feeling of bliss, of being fulfilled, of being Daddy's girl. It hurts alittle as I try to ease down on Daddy's cock. It is bigger than Iexpected, and a little panic swells inside of me. Can I actually take hiscock? It gets to a point where It starts to hurt a little more, then, Ifeel slide in further, the pain dissipates. I settle down as far as Ican, and sit there for a moment, letting my bottom get used to havingDaddy's cock inside of me. My clit still.