Her future was already secured, being scion to one of the world's mos successful businessmen. She knew her father would never remarry; she'd always be the only female of any importance in his life. Which suited her right down to the ground, especially since the "boys" with whom she toyed were just playthings, not even suitable to grace the same ground as she, let alone place a hand to her skin.
No, only her father had that unquestionable right; Blake's touches always lit her afire, kindled an unquenchable flame in her loins that only he could sate. And it took much to satisfy her, but never once had he complained about her appetites. Not when she rode him in their private plane on a flight across the Atlantic, or he pounded her ass on a train across Western Europe, or when she sucked his cock deep on a cruise ship in the Aegean.
And his delicious cock was deep in her throat now, slick, thick, and hard, and she bobbed her head up and down slowly, letting him almost free before descending on him again. Tongue laving the turgid flesh as she worked him over, Devon sent her fingers deep into slick flesh, bucking her hips on her own hand. Her suckling and slurping was loud in the office, accompanied by her father's filthy talk, sizzling in her ears and driving her that much harder, that much hotter.
Moments later, she lifted her head, let Blake's cock free with a slurp, and ran her tongue around her lips, but curled her tongue around his wet length, nuzzling beneath it to tickle his balls with the tip of her wicked tongue. She peered up at him from between his legs, already hot and wanting. "Can I ride you, Daddy? I wanna ride this hard cock so bad..."
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Her future was already secured, being scion to one of the world's mos successful businessmen. She knew her father would never remarry; she'd always be the only female of any importance in his life. Which suited her right down to the ground, especially since the "boys" with whom she toyed were just playthings, not even suitable to grace the same ground as she, let alone place a hand to her skin.
No, only her father had that unquestionable right; Blake's touches always lit her afire, kindled an unquenchable flame in her loins that only he could sate. And it took much to satisfy her, but never once had he complained about her appetites. Not when she rode him in their private plane on a flight across the Atlantic, or he pounded her ass on a train across Western Europe, or when she sucked his cock deep on a cruise ship in the Aegean.
And his delicious cock was deep in her throat now, slick, thick, and hard, and she bobbed her head up and down slowly, letting him almost free before descending on him again. Tongue laving the turgid flesh as she worked him over, Devon sent her fingers deep into slick flesh, bucking her hips on her own hand. Her suckling and slurping was loud in the office, accompanied by her father's filthy talk, sizzling in her ears and driving her that much harder, that much hotter.
Moments later, she lifted her head, let Blake's cock free with a slurp, and ran her tongue around her lips, but curled her tongue around his wet length, nuzzling beneath it to tickle his balls with the tip of her wicked tongue. She peered up at him from between his legs, already hot and wanting. "Can I ride you, Daddy? I wanna ride this hard cock so bad..."