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With a tiny push, my view widens to show her lying on the bed, one arm thrown over her eyes, the other firmly pushed beneath her snug shorts.
Fuck.
The sight of her sensuously touching herself makes me leak in my jeans.
Should I stop her? Or watch?
I have a better idea.
Freeing myself from the constricting denim, I step near the foot of the bed, palming myself.
Jesus, I want to just jack off over her, spray her bare belly with sticky ribbons.
“Daddy’s home,” I whisper.
She yanks her hand out of her panties with a gasp. “Oh shit.” Crimson floods her cheeks as she stares up at me wide eyed, a nervous smile fluttering over her mouth.
“Don’t stop, baby girl. But lower those shorts so I can watch.” My knees press the mattress, bracing myself as I slowly start to stroke the length of my shaft.
“I was just, I mean, I get cramps sometimes and this helps.” She bites her lower lip watching me, her fingers hovering near her belly button.
“All the more reason to keep going. I don’t want you to hurt.” I think she needs a little encouragement. “Lift your hips.”
She obeys immediately, letting me tug the purple fabric down her thighs and fling them into the corner.
“Now spread those legs. If I get between them, will that help?” I can’t resist drifting my palm along her smooth skin.
“Yes, daddy. Can you do it? You feel so much better than my hand.” She wiggles closer to reach for me, running her heel up the outer seam of my pants to above my belt.
I’m still in my uniform and boots, it’s tempting to shed them.
Not yet.
“Go on. Show me how those slutty little fingers play with your pussy,” I growl, leaning onto my heels.
Her diamond ring gleams in the afternoon sun as she lowers her touch, spreading her wet slit.
She circles her clit, then rubs it lightly while her eyes fall closed.
“That’s it.” I’m so damn tempted to taste her. “Faster.” My own hand mimics her pace working up and down my engorged cock before dragging my thumb over the purple head. Pre-cum drips onto her churning knuckles, spurring her to increase her speed.
“Please?” she pants. “Help me?”
“Hmm,” I growl, dropping my arm near her ribs to lean over her. “You know I can’t say ‘no’ when you beg like that.”
Letting go of myself, I drag my hand up her soaking seam, then push two fingers in.
“Yes.” Her throat arches as she lifts her chin.
But her arm drifts away.
“Don’t stop flicking that clit or you’ll be in trouble.” My wrist twists, driving deeper into her tight cunt.
Her mouth parts with rapid breaths and she grips the back of her knee, spreading herself wider for me.
I can feel her getting close as her inner muscles start to quiver and tighten.
And her hand slows.
