Thread: Under the Western Skies [Big Papa Jack and Lemon]

I try to be, she answered truthfully, her warm eyes not once leaving his own. She could feel his hardening member pressing insistently against the pert, soft cheeks of her bottom. Her father was aroused, as he always was, whenever they were left to their own devices late at night. Summer would be a lying fool, if she said she weren't beginning to grow feisty, as well. Those horribly intense tingles cascading straight down between her thighs, and pinpointing her tender womanhood. She was far too sensitive for her own good, something that her father had taken complete and utter advantage of. At the mention of an award, she couldn't help but perk up in interest. It was something she had always enjoyed about this man. He gave, and gave...until his heart was content. Summer would be gifted with just about anything she desired, and while she was a young woman of simple taste, it was nice to know that she had such a luxury at her behest. She was often spoiled rotten, especially in times like these, where her father gave her the privilege of having the most wondrous sexual experiences. He had worked her young body into a matured, mouth watering vessel of pure carnality. Something, he had the pleasure of keeping all to himself. Papa, she whispered, feeling one of those roughened, calloused hands of his snake further up her leg with intent. Before she knew it, his digits were playing across her panty-clad mound, body immediately yielding to his ministrations. Her thighs parted with ease, and she lost herself, a pleasured gasp escaping from her pretty little mouth just before her father arrested it into a heated kiss. Pitiful whimpers were swallowed by him, whilst tongues slithered forth and twirled about each other. His pungent taste was once more overwhelming her delicate tastebuds, a scent of unadulterated masculinity wafting into her nostrils, and tickling at the edges of her brain. He easily enough rendered her completely useless, frame weak against those all-knowing caresses. Summer hated it, how effortlessly he played her up...just like a finely tuned fiddle. Panting loud, and hotly by the time she was sprawled among the bed, she gazed up to him through heavily lidded lashes. Papa, she once more murmured to him, her hands working at pulling her nightgown up, exposing that delicately porcelain structure beneath. Her curves were poignant, defined and far too delicious to resist. Breasts, small and yet gloriously pert, were freed and exposed. Summer took it upon herself to toss away the mass of thin cotton, immediately letting her fingers play across hard, rosy nipples. Hnng... That made her arch, sending her spine curving in favor of the pleasure skidding across the surface of her nerves-system. He wanted her to play with herself, before she sucked him off? Brows grew knitted with thought, before she looked to him, tentatively coaxing her attention down towards her lower tummy. I want... She hesitated, sinking perfect teeth down into the swollen, reddened petal of her lower lip. She had never asked anything of him, and she wasn't quite sure why she was now. Perhaps, her body was merely aching far too much, craving this...for too long, and she managed to reach the end of her patience. Please put your mouth on me, she pleaded, the tips of her fingers finally meeting the all too familiar material of her panties. She gripped at them, tugging them down, frustrated. Please Papa, I want it so bad... And she did, more than anything. She wanted those rough scrapings of his beard to scratch at her most intimate flesh...