I write these lines, as he traces my curves,

running slow strokes of his fingers along my hip, down my thigh, up to my shoulder, tracing the side of my breast, the softness of my neck, and back down till there is only a whimper from my lips. He lays behind me, the screen illuminating our embrace, the tapping of my keyboard echoing against the walls. My head propped up by his forearm, and I tap away, writing. He brushes his beard against my cheek, flecks of his ginger hair catch the corner of my eye, and I know those blue sapphires are heated in desire.

I snuggle back, rubbing my ass along his groin. His cock hardening, I feel the rise of his tip between my ass, the hardness exposing his desire. My fingers type away faster, hoping to finish before he is fully in me. I know I will fail, I know the way he is kissing my neck that I only have a few seconds before my mind forgets how to spell, and my fingers only itch to touch him.

My nipples are aching and hard, his fingers twisting and pleasing them, evoking a deeper moan from my lips. I lift my leg over his hip, giving him access to my holes, it’s an automatic response, wanting his fingers touching my cunt. But that’s not what is filling me, his cock is, his cock is in me, and fuck it feels divine, the slow fluid motion he has started stroking my walls with is making me breathless. I can’t

I cannnn t, fuck me, I am going to drown his cock, I know it, I am going to flood his, oh fuck, yes, like that Daddy, please, yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh god, my lips keep moaning, my eyes want to close, the sound of my wet cunt vibrates the room, I am so turned on by the messiness I have created.

fuck me, oh pleeeease, I am cumming, I’m cumming,……….I’m … right now, fuuuuck, yessss yess. yesss. yesss. mmmmmmm.

He’s telling me to turn off the laptop, he says I have to be a good girl, he says he need to cum in my ass, – ohhhhhhhhhh fuck. yes Daddy…. oh god… Oh. My. God. Oh that’s it I……..oh yes Daddy.