Prosecco and Pussy

She plucked two wine glasses,

Still blushing from the quake of orgasm,

from the wetness she painted across my hands.

She looked in my eyes and said

“Help me Daddy”

I popped the Prosecco,
bubbles rising like the pulse in her throat.

I laid on the couch and our playlist of sinful
sensual music dripped through the TV.

She poured,
Her dress still clinging,
No panties, Pussy dripping
eyes glimmering as she handed me the glass.

“I wanna be comfy, Daddy.” - She asked

“Yes.” - Daddy Approved

Her thin black dress fell,
her body bared in soft evening light,
my denim shirt and black jeans gone,
only my boxers left.

Wine was amazing but she looked more thirsty

She crawled to me and started licking my cock

Her mouth replaced her hands—
warm, eager, worshipful.
Wine in my palm,
her lips worshipped me for five long minutes
until my cock throbbed like a heartbeat
calling her to ride.

I moved on to the chaise, she followed.

It's time to Finally Fuck her

“Yes Daddy, Fuck Me!”

She mounted,
screaming, moaning,
grinding, jumping,
her voice cracked open—

“I am Daddy's Dirty Little Whore”

I made her stand,
ate her like thirst,
drank her until she shook apart,
then let her fall back on me—
riding, cumming,
losing herself in her own screams.

“Daddy, fuck me in my room on my bed.”

I finished my drink.

I yanked her hair,
let her guide me.
In her room.

Her bed smelled like it hid lot of sinful secrets.

I jumped on the bed as a new secret.

I told her to sit on my face.
She did.
My arms locked her thighs,
my tongue drowned her pussy
until she convulsed,
orgasm after orgasm.

“Fuck me, Daddy, I am all yours.”

“Are you gonna cheat on her with me?”

“Are you gonna fuck me better than him?”

“Say it to me Daddy, Give it to me Daddy”

I flipped her,
Pounded Missionary.

“Yes Yes Fuck Yes” I Moaned..

Ten brutal minutes,
her pussy squirting around me,
our bodies crashing louder
than the music.

My thick juicy cock was destroying her wet pussy

Five days of cum surged,
I pulled out,
emptied into her mouth.

She swallowed me whole,
eyes burning wild,
hair undone,
her body now carved as Daddy’s property.

We collapsed in sweat and laughter,
hearts racing,
the air still trembling with sin.

When I rose, pulling on my boxers,
she looked at me with a sly smile,
a glimmer still dripping between her thighs.

“Can we do all this again?” she whispered,
a plea wrapped in hunger.

I smirked, tugged her chin,
“Do you wanna hit the
Montréal nightclubs tonight?”

Her lips curved deeper.
“Good idea—tacos first,
and then I’ll grind you in the dance floor.”

I chuckled, kissed her mouth—
a seal of promise,
A spark for the night yet to come.

“See you in a couple of hours,” I murmured,
before the door closed behind me,
and a taxi carried me back
to my hotel room.

That forbidden night wasn’t over.
It was just heading for more.