"Well then Daddy", I take a small step forward and place my finger into the front belt loop of your pants and lightly pull at it. My eyes calmly travel up to yours and met your smoldering expression with faux innocence. "Could I pretty please see your thicc dick?", I ask in a softer tone. 🙇🏾♀️
Carlos doesn’t move, not even for centimeter, letting you do whatever you want. He simply holds a proud smirk on his lips - your finger is bold and you indeed used the name he wanted to hear from you, but that didn’t mean he will not have more “teasing fun” with you. Of course, within a certain limit.
Your question is spoken softly, but he doesn’t let that fool him. Your request is beyond sinful - and so are his hands, when they disappear under your shirt. He watches you, taking your every expression as he rises the material, until his fingers can touch your bra, “You can, darling, but only after I finish having my fun with you.”
