Gee, Daddy, That Feels Good
“Gee, Daddy, that feels good,” I said, as my father rubbed his prick up and down my horny little slit. It did, too. What felt even better though, was when he centered his swollen cock in the entrance to my vagina, and started inching it inside. Daddy always did know the things that made me feel good. Still, he kept denying me that greatest of pleasures. Tonight I was going to pull out all stops, to get what I wanted. “Ooh, I bet you like that,” I said, as I milked Daddy’s penis with my tight little hole. By now, I knew how to squeeze my father’s prick, and make it feel good, without even moving. Daddy groaned. I guess he must have agreed with me, because the next thing I knew he said, “You’d …