The pleasure started to overtake her, a slow, dizzying wave. Two fingers worked into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue flickered over her, and she couldn’t prevent her hips from rising to meet his thrusts. Oh God, she was in too deep. She told herself to stop. She couldn’t, no matter how much she reminded herself that this was her boyfriends father. Somehow, she found her hands tangled in his short hair. Her body was tight, aching, needy, grasping at his fingers, so wet now she could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into her. She could feel the tension as his muscles contacted with each push and pull.
She felt her orgasm coming, a tightness low in her belly radiating outward. She held on as her body shuddered and shook, pl
