So I giggled to myself before sighing deliciously, the big man still hard and full in my back end. Gently, I squeezed my walls together, teasing him while making him moan, and that hard shaft jerked once more, spurting a last few droplets. Suddenly, I knew what I wanted my man to do. Again, it was me being assertive and expressing my wants and needs.
“Get down Daddy,” I said, voice sweet but commanding. “Get down and drink that creampie.”
The alpha went totally still behind me. Because this was disgusting, the worst of the worst. But chalk it up to my newfound confidence, the new Kitty who was the boss around town. And slowly, Luke pulled out, that massive rod exiting my bottom with a dirty squelching sound. Slowly, Luke got to his knees, kneeling in back of my curvy form.
“Awww shit,” he whispered hoarsely, staring at the gape filled with his personal cream. “Kitty, you sure?”
“Come on,” I purred, wiggling my ass suggestively, even more jism spilling from my back hole now. “Lick it up, big guy.”
And goodness, but his tongue felt so good. It flickered slowly at first, dabbing into the bubbly white before going to town, lapping like a hungry dog. As his tongue wormed up my channel, tasting my back walls, I shivered deliciously before exploding once again. My twat spasmed, gushing hard as my brownie clamped and winked, overcome with ecstasy.
“Unnnh Daddy!” I shrieked, big boobs bobbling. “Yes!”
Luke laughed behind me, rumbling deep in his throat. But he didn’t stop, oh no. Because you know what? Daddy rules the roost, but sometimes I get to take charge now. I’m a big girl, and I’m not afraid to express my needs and wants anymore.
So when I say, “Jump,” Daddy sometimes asks, “How high?” And the next time, maybe he’ll say, “Jump” while I ask, “How high?” Because our relationship is much more balanced now, and best of all, I know I deserve it. I deserve to have a passionate, sexy, sinful love with Luke Lyons, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
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The End