His Love - Cassandra Dee Page 0,9

crevice that I wanted to sample.

And like an answer to my dreams, it happened then. Ballet leotards are made for abuse because the manufacturers know that girls prance, stretch and wear these things down. But no material can handle Kitty’s curves because frankly, most dancers don’t have wide hips and big Double Ds. So as her legs split wide, one toe pointing straight at the ceiling, the fabric gave out. That’s right, the sheer pink cotton tore right at the crotch, baring everything. The rip happened so fast that the material sprang up, flying over her boobs in the front and whipping over her ass in the back.

“Oh my god!” the brunette gasped, her leg dropping down immediately as her small hands tried to shield her private parts.

But it was too late because I was out from behind my desk in a flash, kneeling in front of her. And before she could move, I’d taken a deep lick of her wet, juicy snatch.

“Oh my … unnnnh!” came Kitty’s wail. “Oh god!”

I chuckled in my chest, big hands coming up to grab her thighs.

“That’s right, kitten,” I rasped into her folds. “That’s right, you were dancing dirty to make Daddy hard, weren’t you? You were doing that on purpose.”

Kitty didn’t answer at first, brown eyes wide at my bent head. But I was busy licking that snatch and she quivered, unable to move.

“Oh unnnh!” she cried out again, big boobies heaving, cunt juicing like a waterfall now. “Oh oh oh!”

“I know you want it,” I ground out. “Ever since that session this morning, you’ve been dying to be tasted. Isn’t that right, sweet girl? You’ve been teasing Daddy and using your body to bait me.”

Kitty almost didn’t answer again because she could barely even stand, her knees were trembling so hard. But she took a deep breath then, and voice wavery, answered.

“No Mr. Lyons,” she panted. “No, I didn’t mean to tease you, I swear!”

I bit her nub then, a small shriek escaping from her lips.

“You did,” I ground out hoarsely, inhaling the scent of flavorful wetness. Goddamn, her musk was so strong, so female, and so needy. “You did,” I insisted again. “You wouldn’t have danced the way you did, showing off those tits, doing the splits to show me your sweetness.”

She mewled this time, hips grinding a little under my mouth.

“I did,” she whispered this time. “I do want it Mr. Lyons, yes, yes, please.”

I chuckled deep in my chest, my voice still muffled in her folds.

“That’s good because Daddy wants you to be truthful with him always. Daddy’s little girl doesn’t lie because only bad things happen if you lie. Now baby, I’m going to make it even better for you. You want that? You want to get your insides licked?”

She mewled breathlessly above me, grabbing onto the barre for support, beautiful breasts heaving.

“Yes,” the girl panted. “Yes, taste my insides Daddy. All of me, it’s yours.”

And with that I smiled devilishly because I’m a thorough lover. I don’t just give a little lick down there and then I’m done. I like tasting a woman’s insides. I like feeling a girl’s cream rush down my throat. As a result, I reached two fingers up and placed them on either side of her labia, pulling back gently.

And holy cow, but as her pussy spread, my dick literally twitched and spurted because it was so beautiful. Her nether lips pulled back, parting to reveal the pink within, and it was delicious. Deep, ruby red walls beckoned to me, glistening with nectar, pulsing with arousal.

“Yes Daddy!” she cried out above, looking down as I nuzzled her softness. “Yes, taste me, oh!”

Because I did it then. I licked up one wall of that juicy snatch, trailing across her clit before coming down the other side, sating myself on female ambrosia. Goddamn, her cunt was so steamy, the flesh hot and wet. But that wasn’t enough. I sample my girls thoroughly, and slowly, I touched her nub with one finger, spreading fluid over her clit.

“Daddy’s going to enjoy you,” I warned. “Buckle up.”

Kitty couldn’t reply, but her body did. As if in invitation, a drop of female fluid formed at her hole before sliding down one thick thigh, her insides quivering in anticipation.

“Mmm, baby wants it,” I ground out. “Baby wants it bad.”

And with that, I slowly angled my tongue so that it formed a point and slid it up her pink passage. Shit, she was so tight, the walls pulsing around my