Maid

“To come on Daddy’s face. To fill his mouth with your juices so he can drink from your fountain of youth? So he can taste your sweet nectar, your honey, your untouched liquids, and drink them down like the youthful elixir that they are?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I agree, realizing he’s better at this talking stuff than I am. I couldn’t say much even if I wanted too, my stomach tightening and I feel an intense tsunami forming that needs to unleash…soon.

The room starts to spin and I lose a sense of time and place as his head shakes back and forth rapidly, his tongue polishing my clit like a windshield wiper on the high-speed setting.

My hands grip his hair hard and I press my hips up into his face.

“Your little pussy loves it when Daddy gives it a bath…with his tongue.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I cry out. “I’m close,” I whimper, as his tongue changes direction, moving vertically through my slit, opening me before the tip dives in deep.

My eyes roll back in my head.

“Spread your legs wider, baby girl,” he co