"I know we have plans and I know we shouldn't be late but may I please get a taste before we leave? Pretty please??" I plead with puppy dog eyes.
"Sweetie, you know how excited you get. You never want to stop." He tells me.
"Please, I'll stop this time, I promise. I just want to taste a little before we leave." I say, trying to convince him
*Unbuckles belt* "You need it that bad?" He asks, chuckling.
*Nods frantically*
"Ask me properly." He says.
"Please, Daddy, may I please taste your ass before we leave?" I ask, sweetly.
"Just for a minute, we have to leave soon." Is all I hear before his scent hits me and he's sitting on my face. I don't know why I'm so addicted to this but honestly I'd rather cancel our plans and just stay here.
I'd rather him turn the game on and enjoy some beers while I lap at his asshole than go to this event. I really wish he would make that call. Maybe if I do a good enough job, he will. I know he's getting hard already.
He's rubbing his ass on my face now, clearly enjoying this as much as I am. My face is sticky with my slobber and his sweat. I'll be a mess if we have to leave soon and sometimes he doesn't let me fully clean up after these quick sessions.
"Fine. Have it your way, sweetheart. Our plans are cancelled and you're spending the rest of the day eating my ass until I'm bored of it. I don't want to hear any complaints, none of your little cry baby attitude. You just signed yourself up for a whole day of worshipping me." He tells me as I hear him texting who I assume is our friends to cancel. I'm so excited, I knew if I did a good job he wouldn't want me to stop.
