Hope You Had a Good Day

One hand on your chest, I push you back until you’re sitting on the couch. I straddle your lap and lean in to kiss you. Your hands stroke my back, settling on my ass and grinding me down onto your hard cock.

“Baby girl,” you moan into my mouth and I push my tongue between your lips, “how was your day?”

“Well,” I slide myself over your jean-covered bulge, “I met Tyler for a drink after work.” You pull up my sundress, your hands skating up and down my back.

You groan out, “Fuck,” and palm my bare ass. “No panties, baby girl?”

“Sorry, daddy, Tyler kept them.” You squeeze my cheeks and press two fingers into my puckered entry before sliding them down between my swollen folds. “God, yes. Oh, daddy.” My back arches and you pull a nipple between your lips. “He said to tell you he liked the thought of sending me home to you with his cum coating my bare thighs.”

Your cock twitches against my pussy. I lift myself up and undo your jeans, pushing them over your hips. You kick them aside. My fingers wrap around your cock and you groan, lifting your hips into my fist. I jerk you a few times, slow and deliberate.

“And how did Tyler get your panties, baby girl?” Your breath hitches when I drag you through my wet lips. I lick the seam of your lips. Nip them. Claim them. I notch you at my entry and...