POP MY CHERRY DADDY.
Chapter 44.
ISABALLA’S POV
While I slumped to my knees like the good girl that Daddy wanted me to be, I had my hand trailing down his still-clothed body.
Desperately, his hand gripped my hair and I watched his breath heave.
I reached for his belt, unhooking it, while having my gaze look to his.
I did away with his trouser and his erect c**k bounced out in confidence, giving my cheeks a gentle smirk.
I stared up at him, wrapping my hand around his huge c**k.
“Oh..” His lips parted softly and he stared down at me with needy eyes.
A gentle smirk secured the bream of my lips. While I ran my hand against his c**k, I kept my gaze locked with his, savoring the ever desperate look that clogged tightly to his face.
I sat on my legs, Taking my mouth closer to
