*STORY TIME - One Night in Paradise (PART 3 of 4)* My under.. (OnlyFans)

*STORY TIME - One Night in Paradise (PART 3 of 4)*

My underwear was so wet that I knew as soon as his face would venture down, it'd be soaking wet too. I always loved looking down on a guy, running my hands through his hair and seeing his tongue work hard. If I was a good girl, I'd receive that treatment.

I was bent over nearly immediately. My cheeks were spanked as I arched my back like a pro, awaiting his cock. I'd craved it all day and all night. We'd made a pact to save sex until the evening. No running to the room during our afternoon sunbathing, no, not today. We held out.

My underwear was peeled down slowly and sensually. My cheeks with large red hand marks were next for a pounding. To my absolute delight, he slid into my pussy. Those hotel room bed frames were, ermmm, LOUD. THUD, THUD, THUD against the wall. Our poor neighbours. I hope they were getting some too.

It didn't take me long to cum. The euphoria of highly anticipated sex always drove me crazy. It's the kind of sex that you'd masturbate over when home alone on one morning before work or a cold winter's night. Yeah, you know the kind. The type you wish to repeat again and again.

In prone bone, my favourite, I came again. I reached back and spread my cheeks, expecting my asshole to get naturally lubed up by his eager tongue. Nope, not today. My instruction awaited.

Daddy felt like getting his dick sucked some more and who was I to argue? For those of you that've enjoyed pics and videos of his cock, you know it's the mouth watering type you'd NEVER say no to).

As I propped myself up on the bed, I prepared to deep throat him. I wanted to inhale every inch of that beautiful cock, not before a little teasing of that large head of his, rotating my tongue around it like a lollipop I couldn't get enough of. Then, it all changed.

"I'll be cumming down your throat. I'm going to fuck it, too. I think it'll be reverse 69 tonight." he stated.

I gasped in a mixture of joy, combined with an embracing of the lack of control in that very moment. I HAD to behave. My throat was preparing itself for him. I was ready to drool.