I gently push him back and go down on my knees in front of him. He rubs his fingers through my hair and then moves it so that it encircles his left hand as a look of disappointment crosses his face. He cups his cock in his free hand and smacks it on my lower lip. “Open.
This isn't like when we were in the vehicle. He finally gave up and let me lick his dick. He's determined to penetrate my mouth now
He pushes me gently, allowing me readjust as much as I need to, and says, "One day I want to see your lips painted a lovely pink and wrapped around my cock." Saying, "This, though? It's like, "This is great, baby girl. You smack my thigh when it's too much. Just to be sure, do you get it?
There's a moment of silence when I may answer him, and he lets me. I should just say "Yes, Daddy" and stop here, but I can't help myself. It shouldn't be too much of a hassle