She isnot wearing any panties as usual."Your little clit is wet for me baby girl', he whispers into her ear,breaking the kiss to do so. He gently rubs...her now tiny cock, shrunkenafter years of hormones, barely more than an oversized clit. She gaspsaudibly as he grasps it between his thumb & finger. Slowly massaging it.Her clit hardens gently, growing to it's full 3 inches. Her eyes glazeover, osing herself in the moment as her daddy plays with her sex. Herdesire for him increases. He knows. Inside, a local band was playing soft, syrupy music. The prom committee had gone all out to decorate the cavernous interior of the gym. Crepe streamers dipped in graceful crescents from the rafters. Helium-filled balloons floated beneath the ceiling and were moored to the bleachers. Totem poles stood on either side of the entrance, and the punch bowl, cups, plates, cutlery, napkins, and refreshments were set on surfboards supported by other, shorter totem poles. The band wore Hawaiian shirts. All traces of sleep had left her by this point; her heart thumped in her chest and in her ears, her jaw trembled with longing whilst she dragged her tongue over her luscious lips, wetting them and giving them an alluring glisten as she pleasured herself to the phantom that had stirred her awake and into a stupor. The burning sensation in her womanhood continued to swell as her fingers moved in and out of her soaked flower quicker and quicker, and through the haze of lust that coveted her mind. She stopped, surveying her handiwork; bright red lash marks, his heavy breathing, asshole gaping open. She rammed the plug back in.She loved this part. His body began jerking. His arousal was building fast. Beauty abruptly stopped. He was panting. She reached into the bag and retrieved two nipple clamps attached to a chain. She fastened them on his nipples, screwing them into the tightest position. He yelped again. Her inner thighs got wetter. She resumed whipping him, ramming the plug and.