Daddy milked me (3)

He moans and closes his mouth, opening it again. I squeeze my tit and watch another stream hit the back of his throat.

After a few more times of it his eyes opened for me.

“You are so hot, milking yourself for daddy? Making him take your milk?” He moans to me, running a hand down my ass and spanking me hard.

“Daddy!” I glare at him when he grins at me.

“Give me that, you’re not even doing it right. Make daddy happy.” He tells me in a normal voice and it's so deep that I begin to grind on his soft cock.

“Don’t you worry, it will get hard soon enough.” He grabs my tit and tightens his grip around it, making sure that he gets a good stream into his mouth.

He’s right I don’t milk myself right. Daddy knows how to milk me so that he can take the pain away faster.

He’s right about another too.

He gets nice and hard against my pussy the harder I grind against.

“Cum in me this time.” I purr at him watching him as he takes stream after stream. His eyes are on mine and he nods his head slightly