The Code

So, right now all I can picture is your tongue wrapping itself in seemingly undecipherable patterns on my clit. With each clitoral jump, the code is slightly decoded moving me closer to solving the orgasmic mystery I feel deep in my center.

I clinch.

You feel the need on your chin and extend your fingers as assistance ... first two ... then one more ... then just one more ... yeah, right there Daddy. You massage that ... that ... that spot right THERE Daddy.

Damn.

You go in slow ... (shit) ... and up ... (yes). Then out quick ... (fuck) ... in slow ... (mmmhhhmm) ... and up.

DAYUM.

The throbbing intensifies. Again ... you feel the need. My hips, initially rocking to your rhythm, find their own tune, each note carrying messages of my proximity to the paradisiacal destination I'm sure the code leads to.

Can you feel me Daddy? Can you get in there a lil deeper...

please? I've been a real good girl.

Get.

Your.

Pussy.