"You're so amazing, my sweet, sweet angel," he gasped.
"Do you like it?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you like my hot, wet cunt?"
Her words were deliberately vulgar and provocative, like she was determined to be as outrageous as possible. She knew men were turned on by filthy talk, and Holly had enough experience to know what words would push the right buttons. Guys were so easy to excite.
"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"It's yours, Daddy. It belongs to you. You made it, and now you get to do whatever you want with it. You can kiss it. Lick it. Taste it. You can stick your fingers in it. Your tongue. Your c**k. Just think of it as your own personal plaything."
He smiled at her, then pressed downwards, forcing her legs apart. He gazed at her p***y, red and gliste
