“Don’t you dare cum before Daddy does, you naughty little whore!” Tammi demanded. I used my other hand, the one not semi-permanently attached to her breast, to tilt up her chin. She was still pleasantly tight, quite a bit more so than most of my girlfriends had been, even, but not so much that I had to be inordinately careful like I had with Tammi. “You like that, you little slut?” I demanded as her eyes flashed open in surprise. Her thighs started to shake—she wasn’t cumming, not quite yet, but she was right on the edge now, mewling with the effort of holding back. I’m sure Tammi saw through it just as easily as I did, but neither of us was about to call her on it. “Fuck me, Pete!” Tammi purred beneath me, her gaze, her voice, every bit of her virtually oozing sex and need! “Just do what feels natural to you… She was even more incredible than my tiny, stolen glimpse had led me to believe!
