Daddys Naughty Girl 4

He flipped me over like I weighed nothing, hands rough on my hips as he spun me onto my back on the desk. Papers scattered, a pen clattered to the floor.

I didn’t care. My legs fell open instinctively, skirts still bunched around my waist, thighs trembling.

Elias dropped to his knees between them.

His eyes dark, intensely locked on mine for a second before he lowered his head.

The first touch of his mouth on my pussy made me arch off the desk with a cry.

He didn’t tease. He devoured it.

His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up my center, then circled my clit with perfect pressure.

I moaned loud, shameless, the kind of sound that echoed off the walls and probably carried down the empty hallway.

He groaned against me, the vibration making me buck. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open as he sucked my clit hard, then softened, flicking his tongue fast and relentless.

I couldn’t stay quiet.

“Oh god, E