I’M WETTING, DADDY

He doesn't stop until I've cum twice and my hips are still bucking with aftershocks. Then he slowly lowers me to his lap and kisses me with his wet, sticky face. I lock my lips over his, tasting myself as we slowly grind together. My chest is still heaving, and I have to pull back to catch my breath.

I can feel that hard cock, trapped under me, and I push up a little to reach for it. But before I can he grabs himself and slaps that hard purple head against my lips, and we moan together.

My knees on the couch, I put my hands...