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“I love the way you taste,” he groaned. His tongue was all over my clit, working it rhythmically, flicking it left and right over and over again. He settled into that rhythm, and it was all I could do not to thrash and squirm on the sofa.

“Oh, yes, Daddy,” I whimpered as he devoured me. When he pushed two thick fingers inside me after licking them first, I groaned, loving it. I could feel how hot I was down there. He fingered me then, putting rhythmic pressure on my G-spot as he tongued my clit.

Fuck if it wasn’t the best feeling on earth.

“Oh, God,” I gargled. I was right up against the line, and the pressure just kept on building.

“Oh, shit!” I hissed. “Yes, yes. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. I climaxed. “Oh, fuck!” I hissed as orgasm took me, plunging me into deep pleasure, before soaring me into the orbit of ecstasy. I ground his face into my sex, mashed it against him as I felt my canal contract and contract, as I felt that spark reach the end of it wick, and the dynamite explode.

And then it was over, waning, ebbing. I jolted and moved back, my clit too sensitive. He stopped licking me, and pulled his fingers from me, covered in my creamy pleasure, and he sucked on them, groaning.

“You taste amazing.”

“Fuck,” I said, wiping a strand of hair from my face. “Wow.”

He stood up and pulled down his pajama pants, and his penis shot out, straight and hard as a pylon. Grinning, I leaned forward and held onto it, gasping as I felt just how turgid he was.

I took the cock into my mouth, sucked on it hard. I wanted him to feel as good as I had felt. I wanted him to please him. I wanted him to feel good.

He was big, and I struggled to keep my lips wrapped around it, when I got used to it, it became easier. I tongued the underside, watched as he groaned in appreciation. I pumped him to the same rhythm, played with his balls with my other hand. I mewled and whimpered onto his rod, and when he reached down to grab my tits and pinch my nipples, I laughed onto it, looking up at him.

“Keep going, baby,” he said. “Daddy feels good.”

I redoubled my efforts, timing my bobs on his manhood with the jerking of my hand. I focused on giving him the best of blowjob of his life, and I felt his body tighten, and I felt everything tense up, and I knew he was about to unload into my mouth.

“Lexi,” he said, pulling back. I looked up at him, and let his cock out of my mouth, but kept on pumping him.

He inhaled deeply, a great shuddering breath, before he got up and guided me back against the sofa, and lifted my knees. With his quivering tip at my entrance, he paused and looked at me. I nodded at him.

He began to inch into me, bit by urgent bit. I could feel his need, his desire, his hunger, trembling in his muscles, in the quickness of his breathing.

I bit my lip and moaned as he began to open me up, as he began to stretch me. God, he really was big.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, gripping onto my knees with my small hands. I felt filled up like I’d never been before. It was as if every nerve ending in my pussy was being touched, stimulated at once. It was overwhelming, something entirely new, and at the same time, one of the best feelings I’d ever felt.

I suddenly ‘got’ it, why people talked about dick size. It really did matter!

“Fuck, Daddy,” I groaned. “You’re so big, and it feels so good.”

“It’s all for you, baby,” he said, leaning forward and kissing me hard. “It’s all for you.”

Inching into me, deep inside me, bit by bit, I held onto him as tightly as I could. I writhed and tensed and clenched as he entered me, as he invaded my womanhood with his manhood. When he had finally bottomed out, he began to pull out, and this was a whole new sensation. Something so big going in felt amazing, and something so big being pulled out felt a different kind of amazing.

My nerves were igniting with sensation. It was as if everything was firing off electricity bolts. I felt really great.

I could barely even moan as he pulled his thick cock from me. I looked at it, now outside me completely, and saw on it my juices. I needed him back inside me. I needed him filling me up.

“Fuck me,” I groaned. “Fuck me hard, Daddy.” He touched my face, and though it was brief, it was intimate, and heady. Then he pushed himself inside me again. This time it was easier, and he began to fuck me slowly.

“Fuck, I groaned. “Yes!” I moaned. “Ugh,” I grunted.

He was railing into me, driving his manhood deep down my tunnel, and fuck if it didn’t feel good to just be fucked like this.

He was filling me up completely with each drive inside me, and it felt fucking amazing. He played with my nipples for a brief moment, pulling them, twisting them, and then his hand was on my clit and he was rubbing it hard.

“Oh my God,” I grunted. Everything had just magnified, and I pushed my head back and stretched out my body like a cat in the sun.

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