She squeals and grips the counter with both hands as I bottom out inside her.
“Jesus, baby,” I groan. “You’re still as tight as the day I first fucked you.”
“Because only you have fucked me, Daddy,” she whimpers back.
That turns me on so much I have to spank her as I start thrusting away. She loves that and moans, bucking back against me with each stroke. I reach forward and free her luscious tits from her dress. They bounce with such perfection. Everything about her is perfection.
“Oh my God, baby,” she moans, the tone of her voice letting me know her climax is near. Normally, I’d want to make this a marathon and wear her out, make her come so many times she was barely able to speak afterward. But this is just a quickie before dinner, so I do nothing to hold back against the warmth and wet and silky-smooth goodness of her walls that is dragging me toward my own orgasm. I cup her tits with one hand and her ass with the other and let myself go.
“Fuck, baby, I’m coming.”
“Yes, Daddy!”
We go off together, like we always do, sharing our love for one another, a love that will never fade, never falter, never die.