Her fingers start to move, to leave. “No. Stay.” I use one hand to show her, forcing her to press those fingers deeper. For good measure, I pull the hand out then press it back in, helping her fuck herself. I could do this forever. But that clit is calling my name. “Good girl, just like that. You keep fucking yourself, and Daddy will eat.” Her breath hitches, but I’m already moving forward, already reaching my tongue out to taste her. Fucking heaven. “Oh, oh God,” she moans, hips moving; whether to get her fingers deeper or my face closer, I’m not sure. But she accomplishes both.
