“I ain’t thinkin’ about that lawn mower right now, girl,” he licked his lips.
“Oh really?”
“Hell naw!”
“What are you thinking about daddy!”
“How good those lips gon’ feel on daddy’s big dick!”
“Ooh daddy,” she cooed.
“What room you in?”
“It’s the one with the oak armoire.”
“My old room. Let’s go!”
Roderick stood and motioned for Jenna to lead the way. He studied her slim waist and peachy derriere. “You look good enough to eat, girl,” he announced.
“Have you ever been with a trans before?”
“Couple times back in Atlanta.”
“Oh nice!”
“Yeah, baby!”
He pulled her close once they were in the room and locked lips with her. Their tongues wrestled passionately while they fondled one another’s bodies. His mammoth, weathered hands sank into her velvety soft skin. He cupped her perky, au naturel knockers and fingered her turgid nipples
She purred at this as she felt his solid chest emanating heat and giving off moisture. “You’re so warm!”
“You turn me on, baby!”
“Yay!”
“Take this dick out,” he ordered.
She reached for his bulging erection and released it from the prison that was his jeans. She knelt down to admire the generous, veiny, uncut member. She stroked it and offered, “It’s so big, daddy!”
“I know,” he noted tenderly.
Jenna opened wide and took the head in. She moved her head slowly, progressing down the shaft at a snail's pace.
“That’s it, baby girl! Nice and slow. That’s just how daddy likes it!”
“Mmhmm,” she moaned.
“All the way down! Good girl!”
She squeezed it as slobber dribbled down her chin.
“Good and sloppy! Good girl,” he encouraged her.
“Thank you,” she gagged.
“Beautiful,” he groaned as he saw tears trickle. “Bend over, baby. Let me taste that pussy!”
Jenna climbed onto the bed and wiggled her foxy, bubble butt.
He moved in and spread the cheeks apart. “That brown booty hole is so pretty, baby girl!”
“Thank you, daddy!”
He spat on it and launched his oral assault. He licked and munched carefully.
