Creamy For Daddy(2)

I wipe the cream, and he suckles onto my finger until he can’t taste anymore sweetness. Daddy knows how to take care of me.

Daddy comes inside of me while he continues to take all my sweet cream from my jugs. I feel myself coming for him and my body shakes violently with pleasure.

The pain is gone, just like he said it would be! Fuck, he doesn’t know how good it is that he can work his magic on my body.

“I knew it the other day when you were bending over and you gasped in pain, grabbing onto your tits through your shirt. You didn’t think that anyone was watching you.”

He whispers his confession to me.

“You’re not mad daddy?” I pout at him.

“I’m not mad, I’m going to help you through this. There’s no one else that’s going to suckle that creamy milk out of your jugs. Once they start filling it hurts like hell, that’s what I hear. I want to be the one that comforts you.” He slides his cock out of me, kissing me tenderly on the mouth and leaves my room.

I lay there for a few more minutes