When her moans got louder and started sounding more urgent, I held my hand still against her clit. She moaned in protest, and worked her ass up higher... hoping, I expect, to get me to push harder. I kept my hand touching her clit, but moved with her so that it was getting no friction. She wriggled in frustration, so I removed my hand entirely.“Please…” she whispered.“Please, what? Little Slut?”“Please let me cum again. I need to so bad.”“And what will you do for me if I let you cum?”There was a. And just stared at me .. that day night she told me that i have seen that thing errect in your pants ... i asked her "do you like it"?she told me that "yes i do like it "i was totally surprised ... after that we started talking about sex .. her husband is working abroad.. so she dont get sex.. she told me very sadly ... i told everything will be ok... next day she told me to drop her to home... i dropped her in her house in my bike... those boobs were rubbing against my back .. she was smiling. ?Keep your lips on my shoes, and imagine how it will feel when you begin to service my cock with your mouth and throat, slave girl.?I reached to grab Rachel’s lovely hair and twisted it in my hand. But, at the same time I held her head down so her lips stayed in place. I could feel her tremble with excitement.I moved Rachel’s head and pushed it down to the carpet, then yanked her hair so she was looking right at my swollen cock. I could feel the anxiety building in her body; she had not idea. "Yes Sir. Let me taste my ass on your cock." I pleaded. "Please, Sir, please let me taste it."I opened my mouth as Sir Asked: "You ever been face fucked, Baby Girl?"I nodded as best as i could with my head upside down, opening my mouth even wider.Sir put his whole member down my throat and i took it greedily. He started to fuck my mouth just as aggressively as he had fucked my ass. I sucked, slurped and gagged as drool ran down my face onto the carpeted floor.Daddy had crawled up onto the bed.