. it all depended on how angry she had made him.She sat down on the ground and thought of her master. She wanted his hard cock. She wanted to hear him...telling her to cum. There was so much she wanted, and her pussy grew damp. She could still taste him on her tounge and she savored that taste. Remembering sucking on his hard cock. Remembering playing with it, and as she remembered she brough her hand down to her pussy. It was already wet and her finger slipped in easily. She pulled her finger. She reminds me of the lonely k** in high school that no one ever talks to and when someone finally talks to them they get overly excited and forces a conversation on you. Is like I don’t wanna be rude but I honestly don’t wanna talk to her either. “No” I reply keeping my answer short“oh,ok “ she mumbles “you have anything plan for today? “ she asked again I feel like shes trying to get my attention or get me into a deep profound talk with her I am not the type to go into deep long. She sniffed and realized he must have worn them for a few days! They were black so she couldn't see any sk** marks, but could smell his sweaty ass stink, and the precum stains were heavy, and she could smell a heavy odour of piss on them too! She again layed on his bed and brought herself off sniffing his raunchy undies! When she was done, she knew she had to find a way to spy on him while he played with his toys! She wanted just to blow him, but still didn't want to give up her persona of. He was surprised at how good she was at this where did she learn to suck cock he wondered to himself? Her father grabbed the back of her head as he powered his long thick throbbing cock into her mouth this was so strange here he was getting a expert blow job from his young daughter while her girlfriend lay beneath them. Just the thought of that was keeping Peters cock rock hard and he guessed he was pretty close to cumming inside his young daughters mouth. He reached down and squeezed Megs.