Page 72 of Daddy Sees Snakes

"Good." I laugh, sliding a finger inside her and curling it, massaging her spot. "Because I'm never going to get enough."

"Then don't. Don't ever stop," she moans.

"Oh, don't worry, baby. This is just the beginning." I lick her, tasting her cream as her hands tangle in my hair, and her legs shake around my face.

"Viper, yes. Fuck. Yes," she screams, her pussy tightening as her orgasm hits.

"Good girl," I praise, kissing her pussy, her thighs, her belly.

My tongue is full of her taste, and I'm hungry for more.

"Fuck, that was amazing," she whispers, her face flushed.

"You're not wrong." I smile, kissing her gently.

"But what about you?" She frowns, her hand rubbing my crotch.

"We'll get there. Don't worry," I hiss, standing and lifting her to her feet. "You look beautiful, but you need to cover up. I can't be responsible for my actions."

"Then don't be," she murmurs as she pulls her coat back on.

"Not today. But soon," I whisper, kissing her gently. "Now, come on. Let's get some food, and then we can go home."

"Home," she whispers, and there's a smile in her voice.

"Yes, baby. Home. Because I don't ever want to leave."

"Good. Neither do I," she murmurs.

"Then let's get out of here," I hiss, taking her hand.

"Sounds perfect," she sighs, and her cheeks are flushed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she mutters.

"Something is. What is it?"

"I was just thinking about what I chose." She smiles. "Can I keep it on for you?"

"Let's go." I laugh. "Before someone catches us."

"Okay." She nods, slipping her panties and bra back on. I watch, my cock still throbbing. I can't remember the last time I was this horny.

"Come on." She winks, and we rush through the store, her hand in mine.

"Where are you going?"

"To eat." She winks, and before I can argue, she's dragging me down the street to a restaurant.

"Here." She beams.

"Fine. Fine," I mutter, pushing open the door and leading her inside. It's an Italian place, all decked out for Christmas with a huge tree and twinkling lights.

"This looks cozy," I mutter.

"I thought so, too. I was just imagining what it would be like for a Christmas date," she says.

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