“Ready for my monster, slut,” he growled. She was my idol. His cock’s thick tip prodded at the lips of my pussy while his right hand squeezed my ivory breast. Nothing. The air of my parent’s bedroom smelled of hot pussy, the combined musk of our two sinful holes. “Is Daddy home?”
“Oh, that’s the milkman,” she purred. And…I’ll be here to watch.”
I smiled at that. I swallowed more and more of his dick, his crown pressing at the back of my throat as Ricky fucked me. Once even in the middle of dinner. I had denied him my pussy long enough. Apparently, Mommy entertained plenty of gentleman while I was at school and after she had finished cleaning the house, the wicked slut. Her blue eyes squeezed shut. He ripped out of me. None of the men, not even Daddy, had kissed me today.
