My daddy

A moan escaped me when mr. Gavin kissed the back my neck. His eyes locked with mine. All l could see is a man with desire. Daddy what is it l asked seductively.Mr Gavin's eyes gleamed again at the mention of that word. I read somewhere that men want to be called daddy. Is it a turn on word?

Are you sure you want this princess? He inquired his voice rough. Instead of answering him, l stood up and let the night gown l was wearing slide off my body to the floor. I was now in my g-string. My breasts are open to him.His gaze turned warm with appreciation as he took in my nude form. I forgot my manners as l shamelessly stroded near him.

Mr. Gavin's adam apple rolled up and down. Before l knew it, l was pinned on the wall. He sucked on my right breast while his hand tug at the left one into a circular motion. His action sent a quick bolt of sensation down my mysterious area. I wanted nothing than have his sausage deep inside me.But it seemed like he is not the kind of a man to rush thin