BULKY

jerk down my zipper, using the stiff head of my cock to shove aside the crotch of her bathing suit bottoms, finding her warm and soaked

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” she sobs, her hands twisting in the comforter on either side of her head, her thighs opening in welcome. “I want to make you feel good, too, Papa.”

continuing until her fragrant little mound is an inch above my starving mouth. Slowly, she drops it down, her soft petals of flesh parting around my tongue, which I immediately wiggle