Having a Seat Jackie Nelson January 17, 2015 Nympho Diaries I’m not exactly sure how this started, but I’m for sure not complaining. My arms wrapped around the back of your neck as you bury your face in my chest. Your hands tracing up and down my spine, squeezing me tightly while my chocolate legs straddle your strong body in the chair. I’m grinding slowly and feeling every inch of you inside me. You know what I like. I feel your hand travel up my neck and entangle itself in my hair. You have a handful of my locks and though its forbidden, you feel so good that I’m thinking there’s some things my hairdresser doesn’t need to know. You yank my hair back and press your lips against mine. You taste so delicious on my lips, that my tongue can’t resist moving it’s way between your lips. Daddy, I just wanna taste you. But you pull back to tease me but not before I’m able to bite your bottom lip. That grin of yours creeps across your face as you watch me take you in. You’re mine and I know it. The twitch of your leg told me so. And the fact that your moan gets louder every second I ride was only confirmation. Oh Daddy I know you like that. I’m biting your neck as I ride and feel you pull my hips closer to you. You want this as badly as I do. I slowly kiss your collar bone and glently glide my tongue from there to your ear. Slowly I suck the air between my teeth and whisper “Let go.” I watch your chest rise then fall to your eruption inside me. Related Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Time limit is exhausted. Please reload the CAPTCHA. 6 × = fifty four Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.