This is about as much as a requirement as kissing.
My hands. Your neck.
There is little that feels more natural.
Two hands is better than one but Papa likes to keep your clit going, pull you by the bangs, shove my wet fingers down your throat, slap you across your pretty little face and big tits, cover your mouth, or wedge a finger in your pussy and rummage your G spot, so I am forced to adjust and leave only one hand there around your pretty little airway, but I come right back to my happy place when done.
Your neck, that is.
Two hands. Squeeze. Until I see the panic in her eyes. So I release. Then squeeze again.
So I give it back. And take it away. And back. And away.
Your neck. My happy place.