"Ohhh, Daddy.... fuck me, please.  I need you..."<br/><br/>She clung to him, but while he fucked her, she worked her clitoris and imagined it was his tongue.  Soft, velvety, wet.  They weren't raping each other, but slowly rocking.  She could feel her pussy lips spreading for him, and it felt divine, especially with a hand on her clitoris.  Tiny sounds of pleasure were turning into genuine moans that echoed through the quaint room, the bed beneath the two rocking in time with each inward motion of his cock into her cunt.<br/><br/>Pleasure enveloped her until she was panting, her hips lifting in time when his descended and her nails digging into his shoulders.  "Ohh, Gods, Daddy.  You're gonna make me cum.  Don't stop.. please.. please.. keep going.  Harder.. harder... Ohhh..."