This has to be in my top three list of things to do you, along with devouring you and straight-up hatefucking.
I begin with my eyes. I need you to stare into my eyes. Don’t look at my hand. You will know when it reaches your sensitive parts.
One, then two fingers inside you.
The speed may change, but I am always firm. Wetted up quickly I see in your moans come into fruition before your inevitable screams.
Pull my two fingers out and look at the glistening you have created. Two fingers right into your mouth, Kitten, so you can taste the delight that is yourself.
Back inside you and now it’s time for Daddy to lick your juices off my fingers.
Faster now. Harder. Still firm. You go from thick wetness to watery and I see you about to squirt. That’s when I force my arm to burn. Fast. Real fucking fast.
Clit taking a pounding under my palm the whole time and now I pull my hand out and DJ your sweet pink bean with ferocity.
Wetness is not even the word. A fountain is a better description.
That’s my girl.
I drop to a knee. Reaching inside you deep now and your cervix is my playground. A-Spot. O-Spot. Back and forth. G is too overworked.
Lucky Kitten, Daddy knows his female anatomy like a fucking OB/GYN with a sick mind and I am here to make your heaven come crashing down and send you right back up there on a fucking rocket.
Just remember after you have cum five times and can barely peel yourself off the bed: this is just Act 1 of the Foreplay Tragedy.
Time to give my tongue a workout now.