" Yes Da,, oh shit. I got no pressure on the secondary Air lines." Shut your blower down sweetheart," I told her. we'd slowed while sheran her systems...check. "Is it coming back up?" It's slow Momma, but yes." You're in Hopper, right?" Tim asked from four hundred miles away."Yeah Daddy," she answered."Twist the knobs under the seat one at a time until the pressure comesup." She drifted back behind Red and I while Tim Talked her through it."That did it Daddy I'm back at full Air," she reported to. .a....'fucker'...not, a 'lover'. Plain and simple. Don't forget it. "Oh...ok, Al. My mistake" That's alright. Sorry me little cocksucker...I'm going to a meeting at the hospital. Some complaint aboot summit. Fuck knows. I'd rather bend ya over me table and give ya arse a length, haha...hold on...are you greased up...ready like?... Eh?... Have you got ya shithole ready for a ploating...fuck me lassie..ya fucking insatiable. Ah fucking love it. Haha" Well actually, no...it's not. But a bit of. I didn’t realize what it would seem like to you.”“It gets complicated. I’ve been sending you pictures and masturbating with you online for three years. When I’m camming, it’s different. I have to meet a certain level of expectation. People pay me to do that. You never demanded anything from me. I did it because I got turned on with you. Some guy tipped for me to fuck my pussy with a dildo last night. I didn’t feel like it, but it was on my tip menu. I was dry as a bone and still had to cram. “More soap!” she said, jerking her hands away. She grabbed the bottle again.Once we were both lathered up, her hands returned to my lower stomach, right above my pubic mound. I found her tailbone, feeling the beginning slope of her rump. She had a wicked grin as her fingers washed down to my bush, rubbing into my silky pubic hair.I slid down over her butt. I massaged her rear as her fingers brushed the top folds of my pussy. Her smile only grew brattier as she reached my girl-dick. She wrapped.