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Morning Person
Date: 5/14/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: storyspinner70, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories
how to play you, just a little, just to even it up some. But it's not even. Not even close. She's getting wetter by the second and you can tell it's getting harder for her not to beg you for anything you want to give her. Your fingers are slow and steady inside her - thumb scraping the underside of her clit with every stroke - and you know how maddening it is. When she's squirming, you pull your fingers out and sit back, watching. A hurt, angry whine and, yeah, it was the perfect time. She squirms, wordlessly demanding then begging for you to touch her, taste her, fuck her...something. In desperation, she reaches for her clit but you're there, slapping her hand away before she can even get close, and she's arching into the air reaching, hoping, trying, desperate for something to get her off. Then you hear it – the sound of her little rebellion shattering. Her voice scrapes out of her throat, dragged out of her by want and need and the emptiness left where you used to be. “Daddi.” she begs. “Daddi please.” And it's so goddamn sweet to hear your favorite name on her lips. Pure lust spikes through you when you hear her desperation and you're getting so wet you can feel your pussy clutching for the double that's not there yet – may not be there at all this time. Maybe you can't wait to get your mouth back on that sweet pussy and that's that. Or maybe you love the feel of her slick and warm around your fingers. And maybe, just maybe you want to hear her moan and beg some more. ...