Daddy’s Slut

I float there a moment before Jack presses a hand gently into my lower belly.

Then, oh… my… God.

I don’t have words to describe what I feel. I could say it’s like riding a roller coaster up and down and over rolling bursts of pleasure that shoot through every nerve ending like lightning. I could say it’s as though I shatter into a million tiny sparks of sensation, then reform under him only to shatter again. I could say it’s like he’s reached inside of me and turned on nerves I never knew existed only to immediately overload them and cause them to explode like fireworks inside me.

I could say all those things but no one would understand me because the only noise I make is a high-pitched scream as without warning, he pulls his mouth off of me and slams his cock into me so fast and hard, my body folds around him like an accordion with the intensity of the sensation.

I don’t know if I have a dozen orgasms or one really long orgasm. I do know that whatever he’s doing to me is better by fa