Sinful Whore

I melted into him, tasting traces of my tart cunt on his lips as I humped against him.

I moaned throatily as I ground on him. The bathroom door swung open. I could hear the men from the theater enter, voices echoing. They were eager to hear us. I broke the kiss and arched my neck, moaning, “Oh, Daddy, I need your cock in me.”

“When I’m ready, whore,” Daddy growled, his hands unbuttoning the blouse of my sleeveless dress.

“Yes, Daddy,” I groaned, eager to bare my tits. They were bigger than Mother’s. Nice, round, Double D’s, the envy of the girls at school.

He exposed my bra. His hungry hands pushed the cups over my tits. They bounced out, and he bent down, latching onto a nipple. I gasped in delight as he sucked, the pleasure shooting straight down to my pussy. He squeezed my other breast as he suckled, loving my nipple. I leaned back and bumped the toilet. Off-balanced, I fell down on the seat.

Daddy followed my tits down. He sucked back and forth on my pink nipples as I leaned again