Daddy Gives Me A Present

My panting increased as my fingers quickened their pace on my clit. The soft throbbing of my young pussy urging me to go on, to climax and take me to euphoria. As sounds of my tight wet pussy grew louder with my moans, I listened to him huskily breathe into my ear everything he wanted to do to me: suck my hard little nipples, sink his thick cock to the hilt in me while mommy was watching, to dig his nails down my back until I bled for him. Tears of anticipation gathered in my eyes. A strong orgasm was building up inside me and I was in torture without its release.

My breathing was labored, constricted with the promise of an orgasm soon to come. As my daddy moaned in a hoarse breathe right into my ear telling me every detail of what he wanted to do to me. His breathing labored as if he was restraining himself from flipping me around and stuffing himself into me until he bumped against my cervix.

At the image of his thick cock-head bumping into my cervix entering my mind, my mind recalled the last time I felt his hard cock penetrate me: I reveled in the imagined picture and the familiar feeling of being filled with my father. With my fingers rubbing my clit as quick as I possibly could, my daddy whispering in my ear, and the sensations my brain was creating for me, I cried out in heated passion for my dad. In a high-pitched voice I cried out for him, “Daadddyyyyyy!” My scream sounded as if I was only a 6-year-old, but this is what I knew he loved most about me.