Self-pleasure By Antonia Sainz

“No Mommy,” I said, disappointed that I hadn’t had time. Over the years my writing has improved and my mind just got dirtier. After getting that piece of information I had spent the rest of the day imagining Daddy’s head between my legs, licking my little clit. As I opened the glass shower door I stretched again, my arms going up over my head, reaching up on my tippy toes and arching my back. After getting that piece of information I had spent the rest of the day imagining Daddy’s head between my legs, licking my little clit. She cupped one of her breasts and moved it towards my mouth. “Yea Brenda, so fucking good!” Daddy said roughly, holding the back of her head against him and thrusting his hips into her, fucking her throat with short deep jabs as he came. For years it was my favorite feature. Mommy pulled her teat from my mouth with a pop and moved my head to nurse on