SINING WITH FATHER (II)

Chapter 2 He had imagined me like this? On my knees, sucking him off? The thought sent a thrill through my body, making my nipples harden painfully against my bra. I bobbed my head faster, taking him as deep as I could, gagging when the head hit the back of my throat. Spit dribbled down my chin, but I couldn't bother about that I wiped it with the back of my hand and kept going, my hand wrapping around the base to stroke the part I couldn't swallow. He started thrusting, slowy at first, testing how much I could take, then deeper, fucking my mouth with steady rhythm. Tears welled up in my eyes from the roughness, streaming down my cheeks, but it only made me wetter. My pussy throbbed, clenching on nothing, and I couldn't resist, I slipped my free hand under my skirt, pushing my panties aside to rub my swollen clit. The first touch made me moan around his cock, the vibrations humming through him, and he cursed again, his grip pulling my hair harder. "Touching yourself?" he growled, yanki