Lena's Sugar Daddy

Lena's eyes were shut tight, which gave me the opportunity to gawk surreptitiously at her pussy and treasure the moment. What the hell had I done to her. It had been thrilling watching her demonstrable flush of sexual fulfilment manifest itself over my hand, but was it what she had really wanted to achieve. My hands, still soaked with her obvious bliss, caressed the bloated folds of her pussy.

"Darling, Peter. Dear daddy has that episode disgusted you?"

"No, you dirty sweet slut, it hasn't. It was a magical experience. You've made my cock positively throb with delight."

"Thank you daddy. I was worried it might put you off me."

"Far from it."

"In that case, stuff any condom, slide your throbbing cock inside me. Let's see if he enjoys surfing my juicy wet cum!"

"Lena," I sighed with exasperation. "You really are daddy's perfect, dirty little slut!"