I lower it between my legs, sliding up higher on my knees so it’ll fit. I purposefully rub it over my clit, moaning at the feeling, before sliding it to my entrance. I can’t suction it to the floor, but in this position, it should stay upright. I drop my hips, my aching pussy beyond ready to be impaled.
Daddy555:
Slowly, sweetheart.
Daddy555:
Ride Daddy’s cock slowly.
I whimper at the words.
“I wish I could hear you say that,” I breathe. I slowly entice the head into my entrance, groaning as it slips inside. “Like this, Daddy?”
He types with one hand, and I smile to myself, knowing he’s stroking his cock while he watches me. I press my hands onto my thighs as I lower myself, feeling the full stretch of the dildo. My head tips back until it fills me completely.
Daddy555:
Just like that.
Daddy555:
Fuck yourself, sweetheart.
God, that damn nickname. He’s killing me.
Daddy555:
Imagine it’s me.
“Yes,” I hiss, lifting back up and dropping down slowly.
Daddy555:
Tell Daddy how much you like him stretching you.
“Oh, God,” I cry, lifting my hips and dropping back down again, feeling every artificial vein and ridge rub against me. “It feels so good, Daddy. So big.”
Daddy555:
Remember not to come.
Like I can control it.
“Tell me what you’d do to me,” I moan, losing the skit and embracing this connection we’ve formed.
Daddy555:
Fuck, baby.
Daddy555:
I’d pick you up and drop you on my throbbing cock just like you’re doing right now.
“More,” I whimper, pinching my nipple with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other.
Daddy555:
I’d grip those luscious hips and use your dripping pussy to get myself off. Use you like a good little toy.