We're Home?

"Punk," she got out breathlessly, feeling her knees buckle.

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He reached down and got her pants up from the floor, holding them so she could put her legs in them. "then we'll go with the original plan of breakfast." he chuckled.

He picked up his pace a little, making sure to hold onto her so that she didn't fall.

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"Mhm and you'll make it and be a good little housewife." she teased as she put her legs in.

She started to buck her hips towards his hand, breathing heavily as she let out another moan, holding onto his shoulders.

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"Well I already made it but maybe I'll just serve it to you cold." he smirked as he pulled her pants up to rest over her hips. "I should have let you walk around with your pants around your ankles."

He kissed his way down her stomach and put his mouth over her.

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"Aw no, that wouldn't be very nice." she said with a pout.

"Punk," she moaned again, gripping him tighter.

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"Why, your pants are around your ankles or your knees most of the time anyway," he bit her neck playfully.

"Hm?" he smirked as he continued, getting more aggressive.

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...she blushed, lol. "Not the point." she chuckled.

"I...fuck," she got out through a whimper as he picked up his pace.

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"Oh, but it is." he laughed.

"You like this Lacy? You like it when Daddy goes down on you?"

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"Whatever, give me my food." she snorted.

"Yes," she whimpered, shutting her eyes tightly. "I love it when Daddy goes down on me."

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"You can go get you own food, smart mouth."

"Good." he said. "I want you to scream for Daddy." he told her as he slapped her ass and then put in another finger and went even faster.

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She pouted. "How rude." she joked as she went to get herself some food.

She let out a loud whimper and moved her hips again. "Baby..." she panted.

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"Your fault." He chuckled as he got himself back together and put the chair back.

He continued moving his fingers in and out of her, while his mouth was still over her.

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"Whatever you say." she chuckled. "Did you eat already?" she asked.

She bit her lip and tensed up immediately as her climax hit her, keeping her fingers in his hair to keep him where he was.

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"I did." he nodded. "Then I had dessert." he winked.

He stayed where he was and helped her ride it out.

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She giggled. "You had a full course meal." she chuckled as she went to get herself a drink from the fridge.

When she felt herself coming down from her high, her grip on his hair loosened and she slumped back.

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"And I'll do the same for lunch and dinner." she chuckled.

He smirked and finally came to a stop, going up to kiss her.

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"Oh lord." she chuckled.

She held on to him and kissed him deeply, running her fingers through his hair. "Yeah, I love it when Daddy goes down on me." she bit his lip.

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"Oh lord? Fine, I'll go get my meals elsewhere."

"It's why Daddy goes down on you a lot." he smirked.

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She frowned. "Now that's not nice."

"Daddy loves to make his little girl happy." She giggled.

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"I know." he smirked and kissed her cheek.

"All the time." he chuckled as he grabbed the sponge and poured her body wash on it, then ran it over her skin to wash her.

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"Jerk." she chuckled as she grabbed her plate and went to sit at the table.

"No, no." She stopped him. "Little girl likes going down on Daddy, too. And she hasn't for three weeks." she grinned as she started to lower herself to her knees.

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"Stop." he chuckled and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "You know I'd never do that to you."

"Oh then by all means, go right ahead." he smirked.

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"I know you wouldn't." she said.

She grinned and started to work him in her hands, looking up at him.

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"Do you?"

He let his head rest against the tile wall and let out a groan, running his hands through her hair.

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"I do." she nodded. "And it's because I trust you and I know how much you love me." she said.

She started to take him in her mouth slowly, still working him in her hand.

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"good, as long as you know that." he nodded and let her go. "I'm crazy but not stupid." he chuckled.