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Something about the first flood of pussy juice that always drives me wild, whether it’s my own or a girlfriend’s (yes, of course I didn’t stop at eating my own cunt out). I just love it, and so it’s no surprise that it spurs me on to renew my efforts on my, by then incredibly sensitive, little hard clitoris, and sensitive inner lips. Cumming after the first one takes almost no work at all, and sometimes I can come over and over and over, losing count, before I am winded, and exhausted with the effort, and shaking with the exertion of my sex, and my mouth.I re-attacked my clit just as I sensed Daddy had moved closer. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly to guarantee he wouldn’t catch me looking at him, so he would stay and watch the show I was putting on for him, and not run away in shame or shock. God, it felt so fucking good to be licking myself with Daddy watching. I was giving myself pleasure, sure, but I was finally giving my sex to Daddy, pleasuring him, in the way all daughter’s. ..so good," I moaned louder as she licked my butt holewith a flattened tongue, just like a mother cat would clean her kitten.She sucked and kissed my pussy and within moments I was calling forrelease, "Shiandra...Shiandra...oh yes...oh yes."She suddenly stopped and went to her locker, "You stupid white dykes areall the same; you just don't know how to stay quiet," she sneered as sheplaced a red ball into my mouth that stretched my lips and jaws painfullywide.The ball had straps attached to it, that she in-turn clipped to the back ofthe collar I wore; forcing my head to stay in a strained, raised position.She closed the locker doors so I could no longer watch her as she movedaround behind me."You haven't been a good white pussy, now have you baby," she asserted herdominance over my bound form, "this is what bad cunts get when they don'tobey their daddy."I heard the riding crop sing through the air a moment before it impacted myass, "NNnnnnggghhhhhhh," I scream into the gag in real pain.
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