And then he erupted. Indian Sex And there were so many handsome men out there. He pumped the cum straight into my stomach, dumping it down my throat. “Work those hips. I raised my arms, my hips undulating, dancing to the new beat, my breasts jiggling as I ground on Daddy. Streetwalkers. Music washed over me the moment we entered the club. The Sunset Strip, darling. As Daddy walked me up the stairs, I whispered to him, “I really want to be with a woman, Daddy. The girl dancing on his lap was gone. I shook my hips, giggling as the skirt flared up and down. His hands stroked my stomach as I rubbed and humped against him. I knew he was hard right now, eager for me to watch me be a sinful harlot tonight. “Emmy,” Daddy said, closing the door behind us. My holes were made to have men dump their cum into them, to drink it all up. They wanted to be my daddy, too. I tied the dress’s belt around my waist, pulling the material tight to my stomach and then letting the skirt fall loose about my hips and rear.
