I drop my hand from his shoulder and grip my breast. He lowers his head. And when his lips close around my nipple, my entire body clenches. He moans against my flesh, sucking harder. The sight is vulgar. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. And it’s only for tonight. I reach up with my free hand and grip his hair, trying to breathe as his cock continues to pump in and out of me. He hums. And I fight to breathe. “Do I taste good, Daddy?” He bites my nipple.
