"Okay Daddy," she whispers. "Find your clit and start rubbing it for Daddy, Kitten. Just like Daddy does it." "O-okay." Her voice fades as she begins ...ubbing, slowly. "Mmm," she moans softly into the phone. "That's my girl. Are you imaging Daddy's fingers?" "Uh-huh." Her fingers are soaked and she can hear him breathing into the phone, listening to her as her own breathing is laboured but low. "Do you know what Daddy would do if he was there, Precious?" "I know what I would want you to do,". My hair was starting to go into a wild state as I rode him harder. My pussy seeped with juices as I pounded it down on his crotch. Playfully, he slapped my ass as his helmet was visible for a split second before disappearing back into my hole. Just as I had found my rhythm, he started to turn my body. Kyle had always loved the fact that I was petite and that he could just spin me around without taking his cock from my pussy. I looked down at him with my hands firmly planted on his chest, I was. It didn’t take long before they were getting comments from downstairs, and knowing they were listening, maybe watching she had another power orgasm and loud orgasm, and made sure all could hear, as another load of semen filled her. She lay back on the bed as went to the balcony leaning over, laugher and talking were his mates, K played with her puffy wet pussy, facing the stairway hoping someone would come and watch at least, she was willing to fuck them as well. As she thought of how hot it. She must be very good to deserve such a wonderful man, and to make him think about her this way several hours later.”She said good, as in a good piece of ass, not special, and he looked at her in astonishment. She had never been so candid with him. What the hell was going on? Had somebody put something in the water?Cynthia sat with her pencil poised over her pad, looking at him with wide hazel eyes, waiting, giving the impression that she hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary.“Ready,.