“I bet you want these, don't you dad?” She moaned at me while she cupped them in her hands and massaged them. “They are all yours daddy, I wish ...ou were sucking on them right now. You gotta be patient though!” She let one of her breasts hang free as she brought her hand down to her sweatpants , running her finger along the strap line to move it down. The top of her hot pink thong was now showing, the strings vividly exposed to me. The sight was driving me insane with lust! “Daddy, pull down my. I smacked her ass again and now she was moaning, pushing her ass out to take more punishment. I smacked her a third time and this time I let my hand rest there to squeeze the reddened flesh. “Do you want it?” I whispered in her ear. She didn’t answer, so I spanked her ass again and repeated the question. “I want it,” she gasped. “Beg for it,” I growled. “Please,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me like a bitch in heat.” I pulled the thong down and slid my hand around her snatch. She moaned and. I lay lounging in my panties and t-shirt, my painted red toenails like beacons at the far end of my long legs, matching my equally red nails on my manicured hands.Red is a suggestive color not lost to women, a color that both inflames and arouses, the hue inside the soft flesh of our labia, mimicked by red lipstick on lips that cover another desirable feminine orifice with warmth and moisture, within for men to prod, enjoy, and seed, the essence of our existence, only my lips were bare, soft. She starts to feel it in both her belly and her thighs. It builds towards her vagina, getting closer and closer. Suddenly, it hits with full forces and her hips thrust high in the air. Lisa cries out loudly, but her heartbeat in her ears blocks out the sound of her moan as her body goes into massive convulsions, her breathing stops for a moment and her body is racked with the strongest orgasm she has had in her young life. Her vagina convulses and she squirts her girls cum down to the end.