Deciding to test the waters, I smirk right back at him, and instead of trying to move my head, I just stick out my tongue. I lick the seam of his mouth and then my own, humming and biting my bottom lip. “Yes, Daddy.” “Fuck,” he moans before he’s on me like he needs me to breathe. His fingers finally slip underneath the lace and find me soaking. “Holly,” he growls into my mouth, swirling my wetness up and around my clit, making my knees weak. “You’re so wet, sweet girl.”
