I am in awe as I find my place relative to Him. By conversation number two, the seed is planted and I am capitalizing His pronouns and standing behin... Him at all times. Already He has earned that. He makes me feel special, adored as He gets to know me calling me Princess and Sharmuta. (That has got to be good right?). He expresses His views on Dominance and submission, his preferences and desires come out as warnings. "I like to mark up my canvas, you know. I expect a lot but give a lot in. I can feel my pussy getting wet and throbbing with desire. I moan into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his head. His hand drops down to my breast and he pushes against me feeling that I'm not wearing a bra. My nipples are already hard and erect."Oh baby girl," daddy says, "I can feel your excitement." He continues to kiss me and his hand crosses over to my other breast to feel my hard nipple there also. When he pinches it, I can't help to moan even louder into his mouth. Daddy pulls my top. She said me, i want to see the sperms. We were doing slowly, n i was fucking her mouth. I rubbed my penis to her lips n made her lips of my pre cum n her saliva, then i licked n kissed her lips by swalloing her saliva. At the peak, i couldn’t control n i said m cumming. She took out n masturbate me til i cum out. I was ejecting my sperms on her face n she caught hold some of my sperms in her hand n put back again to my penis n masturbated. I cum twice tat time but i was still in good mood. I. I miss him more than he could understand, even though I was the one that ended our intense affair. He’s mad at me for it, I know he is. “Hey you…“ It reads. “Hey you…” I reply. “You left a few things at mine. Some sandals and makeup. Do you want them back?” He replies.I think for a few minutes about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I’m not sure it’s such a good idea. I’m so confused about what I want, in every aspect of my life, let alone a relationship. “Yes please..