Playtime with mr cock (2)

She knew she was sexy, there was no doubt about that, but what she didn’t know was that I was onto her. I knew she’d never let me get anywhere, but that it was all just a game of cat and mouse, where she’d set me up to be the prey so she could later threaten me to get her way anytime she wanted. Melody ran her fingers across my neck and I involuntarily shivered. Her hand felt like silk, as her thin, little fingers curled around my hair, tugging gently at the base of my neck. I felt her fingernails run over the top of my shoulders, and before I could move, she slammed down on me, plopping her tight ass onto my heaving lap. I groaned. “Daddy, don’t you want to play with your little girl?” she asked playfully. She knew it tormented me, especially when she whispered in that sexy little schoolgirl voice. I willed my cock to go down, begging it to ignore her, but as she spread her legs wide enough to where she was pushing her crotch down flat against the tip of my cock that swelled in my sho