Amanda’s house was only a short drive across town. She lived in a middle class neighborhood, and I was surprised to see her house was only one story, and very modest. The style was limewash brick with black stained wood accents. She had a sparkling, diamond black SUV parked in the driveway; I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I knew it was expensive. I parked my car on the street, turned it off, and sat thinking, feeling out of place.
You don’t deserve her.
I unbuckled the seatbelt, climbed out of the car, and stepped onto the walkway that pathed to her front door. It was a deep ebony, and had been carved with swirls and patterns that only a master could have accomplished. The windows framing the door had curtains drawn, and light trickled through. I slowly walked the path, climbing the mountain of my own fear and insecurity. I stopped short of the porch, staring at the small step.
She deserves everything you are capable of giving.
The door opened and I looked up. Light flooded onto me, and her image was a prophesied vision. She stood barefoot in her pure white nightgown, ethereally bathed in glow. The slip draped just past her hips, formed up against her waist, and spilled her breasts out the top. Her brown eyes were framed by her black hair and conveyed warm desire. She emanated beauty, an angel trapped within mortal form.
“Be a good boy and take me already.” She whispered.
Be not afraid, for behold . .
I rose up the porch before her. She stood in the doorway above me peering down at my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, lifted her up and walked into the house as she cupped my face in her hands and kissed me.
I set her down in the foyer, reached behind me and threw the door closed. It collided with the frame and latched while I feasted on her lips. My hands roamed her, trailing across her skin. I needed every single inch of her body. I broke the kiss and ravished her neck, then plunged my face into her cleavage. Her head fell back and she gasped, her fingers found my hair and she caressed my head. My fingers found her hips, and I leaned back to peel up her shiny white gown, revealing a sight I had been aching in my soul to witness.
As I pulled it off her head, I saw her in white lace panties, matching her white lace bra I had glimpsed the day prior. Her breasts were testing its structural integrity. A large black floral pattern was tattooed beneath her breasts, contrasting her creamy skin. I adored it for a second, then my gaze fell to her stomach and hips. She had small rolls and stretch marks, lighting across her skin. She was flawed in no way that mattered.
“Take off your shoes.” She whispered.
I used my feet to kick them off, and she started pulling my shirt over my head. She flung it to the side then caressed my shoulders, palmed my chest, then slid her hands down my abdomen. My stomach spasmed at her touch, and my cock strained against the fabric of my shorts painfully. She moved her hands down my waist and frantically pushed them down, releasing me and letting the shorts fall to the floor. She tenderly wrapped her hand around my girth, barely able to touch her fingers and her thumb. She admired it for a second, then looked up to my eyes.
“Make love to me. Right here.” She demanded. “I won’t wait any longer.”
She hurriedly caught her panties with both thumbs and peeled them down her legs. She grabbed my hands and I supported her as she sat down on the hardwood, then she pulled me down and she laid back. I fell between her legs, crushing myself against her, and coupled my mouth with hers. My chest compressed her breasts, my hands supported her head against the floor, and her hands pulled my waist into her. My cock rested against her pussy. She was dripping wet, and I effortlessly slid my shaft up and down her slit, slipping and searching. I quickly found her entrance and began pushing inside of her. She gasped into my mouth as I started stretching her walls.
I broke the kiss and bent my head down towards her chest. “Oh fuck.” I whimpered. The sensation of just the tip inside of her was so intense, my body perceived it as physical pain. I was doubled over, and my face fell, resting between her breasts.
Amanda’s arms wrapped around my head instantly, pressing my face deeper into her motherly embrace. She wrapped her legs around my hips, forcing me beyond her entrance with a slow pressure as she moaned in amazement. My mind was shredded into atoms, pulverized by the pleasure I was not equipped to comprehend. I began groaning uncontrollably into her, my mouth open and drooling as I yelled. She pulled me inside herself deeper and deeper with every second.
“You need to fill Mommy up. “She whispered urgently. “You will fuck me later. You need to cum inside your Mother. Right now.”
Our hips met and I was entirely inside her, finally complete. She threw her head back and screamed as she came, her orgasm coursing through her body. Her walls tightened around my cock, somehow pulling me even deeper within, extracting my cum. I was exploding, forcing my cum inside of her. My cock had spurted only three times before she was full, and I kept ejaculating over and over. I felt my cum deluge out of her pussy, past my cock, overflowing out onto the floor.
Where am I?
Amanda!
’ . . . out in to the world
. . don’t like what I see
You could . . Paradise
But . . . like Hell to me
I heard singing. It was soft, high pitched, barely a whisper. It was beautiful, and terrible. It was a razor slicing through skin, and aloe soothing a wound. I felt tears on my face. I felt fingers running through my hair.
’Lying
in between the memories
choking me, and
I don’t know which way to go
but I’m okay to never know.’
’I don’t know which way to go
but I’m okay to never-‘
The angel’s voice broke abruptly, and she wept.
AMANDA.
My eyes opened. It was pitch black. My head snapped up from her chest, I pushed my hands against the floor and off of her, looking for her face. She had a hand covering her mouth, she was violently wracked with sobs, her chest dripping with tears.
“Amanda! Oh my god, oh fuck, are you okay?” I said in a panic.
She pulled her hand from her mouth. “No, no, it’s okay, I’m okay.” She wailed. She sniffled trying to clear her nose, and took several deep, exhausted breaths. Quickly she was able to calm down. She looked at me. Her tears had obliterated her black makeup, causing gorgeous Rorschach patterns around her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked, worried.
She smiled weakly and laughed faintly. “Yes, baby. I’m more than okay. I’m happy that . . I ended up here. With you.” She looked at me with intense affection and concern. “Are you okay, Sweetie?”
“Me? What do you mean?”
“Silly boy, you lost consciousness while you came inside me.” She said, petting my chest.
I thought for a second and remembered. “Oh. I- Yeah, I-“ I shook my head, and smiled at her. “I’m sorry, that was just-“
“Don’t apologize.” She cupped her hands on my cheeks and pulled my face down for a kiss. “I think. Um.” She let my face go and pursed her lips. “I think that means we’re in love. That doesn’t happen to people who aren’t in love.”
My heart surged with feeling.
No shit Sherlock, you hadn’t figured that out yet?
I stared down at her, my mouth open, my face wet, my arms weak, my stomach pained.
“I am so fucking hungry.”
She smiled up at me, and gripped my arms. “Let’s go make some food.”
She made the best ham sandwiches I had ever tasted. I knew all ham sandwiches weren’t created equal, but I didn’t know just adding lettuce and tomato changed the whole experience so much. After we ate, she sat on the couch and I laid with my head in her lap. She played with my hair as I took everything in.
You need to tell her.
“Something happened at the gym today.” I said cautiously.
I gave her a recap of what happened with Kiya. I spared unnecessary details, but I explained everything that went down. Once I was finished, I breathed a sigh of relief, and waited for her to speak.
“That is SO fucking hot.” She said, giggling.
“You’re not. Mad? Or jealous?” I asked, taken aback.
“No. You’re a good boy. I take care of you enough that you aren’t interested in whores. So if you are interested, that means there’s something real between you.” She explained.
I was silent for a time. “I think there is. But how can I-“
“Be into two people? It’s really not as crazy as you think.” I looked up at her face. “I’m your Mommy, but you.” She was beaming down at me. “You are also a Daddy!”
Yeah that tracks.
I blushed and looked away. It made sense. Amanda was giving me something I needed, and I could give Kiya something she needed.
“I have to tell her about us.” I said decidedly.
“Yes. If she’s okay with it, then that’s perfect. If not, it wasn’t meant to be.” She brushed a lock of hair from my face. “That’s okay, too.” She said softly.
We spoke and held each other. She told me aspects and history of her life, and I reciprocated. She was divorced with no kids, had a masters degree and had worked for the company for fifteen years. I told her about my abusive parental relationships, my spiral with drug use, self harm and recovery. It was amazing to learn about each other. Then, I remembered something I was curious about.
“What does the company even do?”
“We don’t do anything.” She said, laughing.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“The company is an intermediary between third parties and judicial agencies during questionably legal business acquisitions.”
“What does THAT mean?” I was so confused.
“Say you have a company that does or makes something specific, and they want to buy a smaller company that does or makes something similar. Both companies have to hire lawyers, to ensure neither party gets the short end of the stick. Well, the government has its laws, but more importantly, they want a cut. Taxes, fees, fines, whatever you want to call it: the government always gets their money. The lawyers are busy dealing with each other, and they don’t want to do even more work, so they hire us to deal with the government.”
“That sounds so complicated and very boring.”
“Why do you think I hired you, baby boy?” She teased.
“I don’t remember half of what you taught me today.” I confessed.
“You don’t need to.” She shrugged. “It will either come to you when you need it, or you’ll improvise on the spot.”
I told her about my date with Kiya the following day, and she suggested we go to sleep and not have sex again. That way, I would be fresh for Kiya. I agreed, reluctantly. I grew up religious, but making love with Amanda was the closest I had ever been to God.
We slept in her bed, an Alaskan King, which is a thing, apparently. It was massive, pillowy, and soft. We slept, her breasts against my back and her arms around me. Safe.
In the morning we took a shower together. I made quick work of cleaning myself, then took my time cleaning Amanda. First, I washed her hair. With my erection pressed against her ass, it was an extremely pleasurable experience for both of us. I rinsed her hair, then used a washcloth to clean her neck, down her shoulders and arms, then back up to her breasts. Her chest received most of my attention. I spent a long time working up a lather, kneading them as she grinded her ass against me and moaning. I played with her nipples, taking advantage of the plush washcloth to tweak and pull on them, making her squirm and squeeze her thighs together. Once I had my fill, I washed her stomach and thighs, then I kneeled on the floor of the shower and washed her legs and feet. After I was satisfied, I stood and faced her, kissing her while soaping up her ass.
“You are trying to get some.” She said finally, breathless.
“Can’t blame me for trying.” I said, grinning.
“You have your date with Kiya, remember?” She said, then kissed me on the nose.
I pouted at her jokingly. “At least let me make you cum Mommy.”
She acted shocked, but she couldn’t hide her smile. She put her hand on my chest and kissed me deeply. After she pulled away, she bent over, pointing her ass towards me and put her hands on the shower tile to support herself.
Her black hair slicked down to her shoulders, and water flowed like rivers down her arched back, falling over her heart shaped ass. Her pussy lips peeked out from her cheeks, and between them her hole tempted me. It took absolutely every single ounce of willpower in my soul to keep myself from running my cock through her like a godforsaken fucking animal.
Instead, I slipped my thumb between her lips, and massaged her entrance, willing it to open. She moaned as her pussy greedily accepted it, and I slid my thumb deep inside her, searching for her g-spot and applying pressure. I used my middle and ring finger underneath to find her clit, rubbing circles with the fresh supply of pussy juice she rewarded me with. With my other hand, I pulled her ass apart to see her pink wrinkled hole.
“I want you to cum for me Mommy.” I begged her. “I need it. Please.”
She groaned gutterally in reply, as her legs quivered. I took a breath, leaned down and licked her asshole. She squealed in surprise. I applied pressure, more and more as she began to relax. Then without warning, I folded my tongue into a point and forced it into her ass, plunging it as far as I could.
“OH FUCK.” She yelled. She slammed her ass back hard into my face. “FUCK- FUCK MOMMYS ASS WITH YOUR TONGUE BABY- ohhhhh fu-u-u-u-u-ck.” Her voice undulated as an orgasm tore through her body, and she screamed in pleasure at the very end. Her legs were shaking intensely, and when I removed my tongue her knees gave out. For a split second I had to support her weight with only the hand in her pussy, pulling up between her legs. Quickly I wrapped my other arm around her body, slid my hand out from under her, and pulled her into an embrace. I rested my head on her shoulder as she convulsed against me.
“Thank you Mommy. I love making you cum.” I whispered in her ear.
“You-“ She was breathing ragged, her words pained and desperate. “You are such. A good. Fucking. Boy.”
After our shower, I found my old clothes strewn haphazardly in the foyer and put them on. She had draped a black velvet robe around herself.
How is she even sexier in black?
Amanda followed me out the front door , and I stopped, seeing her SUV in the sunlight. It was a brand new Cadillac Escalade. I stopped, my mouth hanging open.
“That thing is a beast.” I said.
“I had it supercharged, too.” She giggled. I stared at her in disbelief. She mocked embarrassment, smiling. “What? I like going fast.”
I looked at my car behind it in comparison. It was a 90’s Chevy sedan, clean with little damage, but very behind on maintenance. The model had once been a proud contender in NASCAR decades prior, but its glory days were long gone. She walked me to my car, I unlocked it with the key, then climbed into the seat. I was instantly hit with the blistering heat that had festered in the cabin, and was embarrassed for what Amanda was about to witness.
I closed the door. On the inside, the manual window crank handle had broken years ago, the plastic understandably not surviving the past thirty years. I placed my palms flat against the window, forced the window mechanism to yield, and slid the window down. I grinned at her sheepishly, mortified.
She bent over and kissed me through the open window. “Drive safe.” She gave me a knowing look, having contemplated something. “Have fun on your date, Sweetie.” She said, genuinely.
“I’ll try.” I replied. “I will.”
I made my way across town towards my apartment. When I arrived, I snatched a protein yogurt from the fridge to eat, then prepared the best outfit I could currently afford. I put on a pair of simple black shorts that came just above the knee, and a crisp white t-shirt with nice thin fabric that showed off my muscles.
I texted Kiya. ‘Hey, are you ready for the park?’
She replied almost instantly. ‘Of course, let’s go!’
I smiled.
No waiting around with this one.
When I got to the park, I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes, having texted her where I was and what my car looked like. Soon after, a white Ford SUV with tinted windows pulled up next to me. Kiya turned off the car, hopped out, and ran over to where I was standing.
“Hi Mark!” She said excitedly, giving me a quick hug.
Somehow, we had read each other’s minds. She was wearing a white V neck t-shirt that displayed her small cleavage, and tight black gym shorts. My eyes traveled down her muscular legs, and stopped at her feet.
Good Lord.
She was wearing white flip-flops that contrasted the color of her melanin skin. Her toes were painted the same shade of green as her gym outfit the day before.
“Your nails are so fucking adorable.” I blurted.
“Thank you!” She said proudly. “I can’t believe we’re matching. You must like meee.” She said in a singsong voice.
I laughed, grabbed her hand, and led her into the park.
We strolled through the park, talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. I physically could not keep my hands off of her. My hands were either clasped with hers, grabbing her waist, or copping quick feels of her ass. I took every advantage possible of finally being able to touch her, and she leaned into me every time, obviously content with my obsession over her.
After a few hours, we lounged on the shallow slope of a grassy hill, staring at the clouds.
“Let me massage your feet.” I said, suddenly.
“Why.” She stated, looking sideways at me. “Oh my god are you into feet?” She asked, giggling.
“Yeah, it’s a new development.” I shrugged. “I mean, if we weren’t in public I’d suck your toes, but we can’t do that here, can we?” I teased.
“Okay, I guess, but don’t do too much because I’m ticklish.”
I crawled in front of her and sat cross legged. I pulled her sandals off, then put her feet in my lap. I focused on one at a time, finding that she held knots in her arches. I was slow and deliberate, using the strength in my thumbs to grind away the tension. We were both enjoying it immensely. My cock was swollen and beginning to make itself known, and she was faintly moaning as I relived the pressure in her feet.
“What sport do you play?” I asked.
“Basketball.” She replied. She was lying back in the sun, her eyes closed, her face serene as I serviced her. “My friends and I are on the college team.”
“That’s cool. I never got too into sports. I did wrestle for a few years, but I didn’t stick with it. Plus, remember the popular Black guy in our class? The couch always matched us together and I always got my shit pushed in by him.”
“He was a total fucking bully.” She said. Clearly, she didn’t have fond memories of him either. “Is that why you suddenly became the class clown? So he’d stop bullying you as much? If you had just stood up to him, I think he would’ve stopped.”
“You’re probably right.” I sighed. “But my dad said he’d punish me if I got into a fight, even to defend myself so . . Being funny kind of eased me off his radar.”
“Well, I always thought cute and funny was a good combo for you.” She said wistfully.
I smiled. If only I had been with her in high school instead of my ex, I could’ve saved myself so much heartache.
Now is as good a time as any.
“Listen, Kiya. I like you, a lot, and I don’t want to hide anything from you.” I said, awkwardly. “I’m seeing another woman, and I like her too-“
“I have a roster too, y’know.” She snapped. She had tried to sound playful, but I could hear the sharpness in her tone.
I shrugged. “You are fine as fuck.”
She sighed, and sat up. “I get it, I’m not expecting us to be exclusive right away. We’re only in the talking stage or whatever.”
I nodded. “I know. I just prefer being upfront and honest. Well, actually, I just hate lying. Trying to keep up a lie is so exhausting. Too much dumb shit to remember. It’s easier being honest all the time.” I said, letting her feet rest in my lap.
“Honesty is a good quality.” She said, thoughtfully. Then, she gave me a stare I could only describe as competitive. “I think you might have other good . .” She started rubbing her feet against my cock, teasing me. “Qualities . . as well.”
I grinned at her, suddenly emboldened. “Are you trying to get fucked?” I teased her back.
Risky.
“Not here.” She said with a mischievous grin.
She yanked her feet out of my lap, snatched up her sandals, stood up, and took off running barefoot through the grass.
Where the fuck is she going?
I took off after her, considerably slower. Cardio was not my forte. When I made it up the hill, I saw her a few hundred yards across the park, at the edge of the parking lot. She looked at me with fire in her eyes. She put on her sandals, then briskly walked towards her vehicle. I hurried to catch up. After a minute or two, I made it to the parking lot just in time to see her open the SUV back door, where she stood waiting for me. I walked up to her, breathless. I looked around. The parking had become a tight fit, cars packed close to each other. There was a car directly beside us, and the door blocked the view from the park. I didn’t see anyone around.
“Get in.” She whispered.
I climbed into her backseat and sat down. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me flat, my back laid against the bench seat, my head towards the open door. I angled my chin towards her, watching as she took a look around. Without warning, she dropped her shorts down, stepped out of them, and threw them past me. She clambered over me, slamming the car door, and sat on my face.
Her pussy was completely shaved and already wet. I plunged my tongue inside of her, relishing the sweaty taste. She desperately shoved my shorts down to my knees and grabbed my rock hard cock with both hands.
“Oh fuck.” She whimpered. I didn’t know if she was surprised by my pussy-eating, or by my cock, but I didn’t care.
I went to town between her legs, eating her like it was my last meal. I felt her warm lips envelope my tip and I moaned into her. I refocused my mouth onto her clit, swirling my tongue around in patterns. She gasped onto my dick, then bobbed her head up and down, trying to force more of me into her mouth. She only made it about halfway down before she began choking, and had to come up for air.
“Oh fuuuuuck Daddy that feels so good.” She cried, grabbing my cock and gripping the shaft tight. Her hand wrapped around the base of me, and left a little over two inches free. She had found her limit, so set her hand and started sloppily devouring what she could of my dick.
Her saliva was flowing down her hand into my lap, while her cream flowed down my cheeks and neck. I was moaning into her pussy, her mouth and tongue causing my cock to spasm and twitch. I must’ve done something right, because she started yelling, muffled by my dick, her ass quivering and shaking on my face, and soon I was rewarded by a fresh supply of cream leaking into my mouth.
She pulled her head away from my lap and gasped. “Daddy.” She whined. “Sit uuuup.”
I obliged, and we meanuverd in the tight space so that I was sitting on the bench, with her in my lap. She straddled me with her bare muscled thighs squeezing my hips, her calves folded underneath, and her feet hanging off the bench. My cock stood straight up and her pussy slid against it, lubricated with cream, saliva, and my precum. She grinded against me desperately, our foreheads pressed together as we stared down, aching for the act. I was gripping her ass tight, and I lifted her off me slightly, letting my dick drop past her lips, set at the perfect angle aligned at her entrance.
Hold on. Remember?
“Wait.” I whispered.
Her face snapped up and I met her eyes. Her gaze was twisted and crazed with lust. Every ounce of her being wanted to be fucked into oblivion. I gently pushed her hips away from my lap, setting her back down onto my legs. Her face slowly returned to normal, realizing how close we had come.
“Right.” She nodded, catching her breath. “Fuck you Mark, god damnit!” She was bouncing on my legs, laughing. She raised her head to the ceiling of the car and moaned. “Oh my gooood, what the fuck are you doing to me.”
I was smiling ear to ear. “That was so fucking sexy. But I know you didn’t want to . . Y’know.”
“Yeah, I know.” She bent her head back down and met my eyes. “I am still going to make you cum, though.” She stated, matter-of-factly.
She climbed off my lap and made a show of pushing me to the far side of the seat. She sat on her knees and bent over, and took me back into her mouth, slurping and sucking wildly. I threw my head back and groaned.
“Oh fuck. Kiya- Oh my god. Fuck, I-“ I dropped my head back down to watch. She was ferocious, attacking my cock like it pissed her off. My orgasm was spooling inside of me, building to the point of no return. I looked over to the side and watched her arched waist and perfect ass. I reached my arm over her back and slid two fingers down between her ass, slipping both effortlessly inside her pussy. She gasped and moaned around my cock. I dug my fingers deeper inside her, using them as leverage to pull her deeper around my dick. She was so fucking hot, and her cries of pleasure reverberated around my dick and sent me over the edge.
“Fuck I’m- Fuck Kiya, you’re making Daddy cum!” I released into her, filling her mouth, forcing her to swallow so she could continue accepting my cum. Her pussy squeezed my fingers tight, and she opened her mouth, my dick muffling her scream as cum dropped from her mouth, and cream dripped from my fingers.
She recovered quickly, and lazily cleaned my cock with her tongue, not wanting to waste a drop.
“You are a very Good Girl.” I sighed, impressed and spent.
Soon she lifted herself up, then sat on the seat leaning back, exhausted. She weakly gestured between the both of us. “I need. I need more of this, please. Fuck. That was so hot.”
I grinned, my head still reeling from my orgasm. “Anything for you, Darling.”
We cleaned ourselves up with napkins from her glovebox, put our clothes back on, and moved to the front seats and blasted the AC.
“The windows got so foggy.” She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “I hope nobody saw.”
“If they did, they probably just thought we were hotboxing a blunt or something.” I reasoned.
“True.” She agreed. “I have a basketball game on Monday, it’s a home game. Do you wanna come?”
“Fuck yeah.” I said, beaming at her.
We left the park and went our separate ways. I used the remainder of the day for chores at my apartment, then decided to finish out with a good back day at the gym. When it came to my back, I liked to put special focus on my lats, traps, and rear delts. It brought an extra definition to my muscles, and made me look extremely broad-shouldered and wide. When I was satisfied with the work done, I went into the bathroom, stripped off my shirt, and flexed my back in the mirror. I held my phone in selfie mode over my shoulder, testing out which angle was best. After a few minutes, I was finally happy with one of the pictures I had taken. My face was in profile above my shoulder, and my ass looked plump in the shorts I was wearing. The main focus was my back and it looked enormous, rippling with snakes of muscle. I cropped it a little, put on a dark filter to bring out more definition, and sent the photo to Amanda and Kiya.
Kiya replied within seconds. ‘Are YOU trying to get fucked????’
I laughed, and grinned ear to ear. ‘Just showing off and rewarding my good girl.’ I sent back.
After I sent the texts, I put my shirt back on, and left the gym. As I was opening my car door, I realized my phone was vibrating. I got in, started it, and closed the door. When I looked at my phone, I saw that I had a missed call from Amanda. I called her back immediately.
“How does it feel to be God’s favorite?” She purred, answering the phone.
I laughed. “Well . . Thanks, I thought you’d enjoy it.”
“How was your date?”
“It was really good, actually.”
“Did you cum?”
“I- Uh-“ I stammered. “Yeah, I did. But we didn’t have sex.”
“Then cum.” She emphasized. “Over . . and fuck your Mommy.”
“Oh shit. Yes Ma’am. I’m on my way.”
I hung up the phone and saw I had multiple messages from Kiya. She had sent me two pictures. The first was her in front of a long mirror that rested on the floor. She was leaning forward, the back of her legs towards the mirror, with her face upside down. Her arms wrapped around her knees, where she held her phone. Her muscled hamstrings were displayed proudly and atop them her ass was perfectly curved. There was a small gap between her thighs where her lips peaked out. Cream dripped from her pussy down her legs.
Good. FUCKING. God.
I caught my breath, and opened the next photo. She was sitting in front of the mirror, frog style. Her phone was in front of her face, her hair displayed around it. Her chest was bare, her perfectly small breasts centered, and her nipples pierced with small silver bars.
I knew it.
Her thick thighs were spread and squished against her calves, with her tiny feet peeking out behind her. I could see her smooth pussy, and something blue between it and the floor.
Is that . ?
I realized she was sat on a dildo and it was entirely inside her. My phone vibrated with another message from her.
“I’m practicing for you, Daddy.” She sent.
“You are such a Good Girl.” I sent back.
“I’m only good for you, Daddy.” She replied.
My face had a permanent smile and my cock was painfully pressed against my shorts. I put my phone down, focused, and started my short trip to Amanda’s house.