walking in on her humping her pillow and not letting her roll over even though she's so embarrassed to be caught like this. telling her no, don't stop, you're obviously pretty needy for it right now, huh. just look at you. i hate to see you so pathetic. keep going. watching her, hearing her getting more desperate, begging for me to help. she's getting tired, her hips are slower but more erratic. that pillow doesn't feel as good as i do, does it? making her admit it. making her admit that nothing feels as good as i do. and you really need to cum, huh? making her admit that, too, making her admit she needs me to make her cum. sighing, well okay sweet girl, show me. my hands on her hips, gently pulling her up onto her hands and knees, spreading her with my thumbs to see how wet she is, how swollen and pretty and desperate her pussy is for me. well fuck, look at you. you really weren't lying. god. running a single finger over her, just lightly, exploratory, from her wet hole down to her clit, feeling her body shudder for me. making her say it. who do you need, baby? you. not your pillow? no. she's breathless. you. i need you. that's right. playing with her clit, just toying with it with that one finger, feeling her press herself into me, hissing for more. you're really fucking pretty like this, you know that right? do you have any idea how good you look right now? leaning down and nipping at her thighs while my finger works her, kissing closer and closer. tapping her clit kind of hard, once, twice. and who does this belong to? you, she chokes out. me? i'm so close to where she wants me now, my finger stopping, my hands busy now holding her open so i can see her, so i can breathe right on her. she doesn't answer me. i pull back and she whines. i want to laugh a little. i trace my thumb around her hole and feel her buck back into the touch. hmmm? what was that? you. she relents. it's for you, daddy. it's yours. i'm yours. i'm yours. that's right. finally pressing my lips to her perfect little clit. good girl.