I remember once, when I was a girl, I practically skipped, following daddy with a huge grin and squeezing his hand gently. My heart beat fast with the knowledge that I was about to get a huge dicking during Daddy phone sex and was going to love every moment of his thick cock pushing her pussy’s deep insides around. He closed the door once we got to Daddy’s study, and he unzipped himself immediately, telling me to get undressed. “No need to make mommy wash them?” I repeated what I knew he was thinking, and he pat my head and told me I was a good girl. I was quickly slipping out of my dress and showing off my bare shapely tits and squeezable hips. I was a picture of youthful beauty, and that wet pussy of mine was a picture of need. I eyed him, readied some Dirty phone talk while focusing my gaze deep to try and figure out exactly where he wanted me first and what kind of position he wanted to fuck me in today. He pushed my soft ass into his nice desk chair and lined up his thick cock with my lips. “My mouth first?” I asked, opening wide. “Feed me daddy.” I showed off my thin tongue and wide open mouth and made sure it was clear all the way back to my throat. I sucked my cheeks in just right to form a circle for him to insert his dick as far back as he wanted to push it into my small mouth. That’s when he praised me, grunting and pushing it hard against my lips, slipping it into my hot chamber. I slipped my lips around his tip hungrily and only loosened my grip on him enough for him to push deeper after I was sure I had the perfect vacuum seal for my Family phone sex daddy. My tongue lathered him in care and attention as he pushed back.