Stella’s point of view.
I was fighting a battle against my ego as I checked my backside out in this full-length mirror, I didn’t want to let my ego get the best of me, but I couldn’t help it -not when I’m looking this good.
“Mmmm, I love lingerie” I complimented myself, and winked at myself with a proud smirk.
Don’t judge, I’m just proud of my body and I won’t stop flaunting it. I checked out myself once more, and nodded satisfactorily.
“Let’s go make our sugar daddy happy” I tapped the mirror, imagining I’m tapping my shoulder, and with that, I headed out.
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Third person’s point of view.
Stella stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in her red lingerie, wearing a cat ears hairband on her head, and sat on a large fluffy pillow that was just right at the corner of the bathroom door.
Her body leaned forward a bit, with her hips raised sexily, and her boobs pushed up to make her look even more seductive.
Her eyes moved towards Ferguson’s direction, but his chair’s back was facing her, while he was looking out the window.
“Daddy?” Stella called seductively.
His ears perked up immediately he heard her voice, he quickly turned around, and his eyes popped out upon setting them on her. His eyes trailed her body ravishingly, he couldn’t help lusting over her even more. His eyes finally settled on her chest, and stared hungrily at her big boobs, making his pants twist as his d**k was too eager at this moment.
Stella smirked, satisfactory at his reaction.
“Like what you see, daddy?” she teased him.
His mouth fell open, and he nodded dumbly, no words came out from his mouth. -he was so lost that he didn’t know the right words to say. He blinked and gulped loudly.
“I love it” he replied, he seemed to have come back to life.
He made to get up, but she stopped him with a wave of her index finger and a little shake of the head. A small frown appeared on his face, and he subconsciously pouted his lips, making him look so much like a little boy who’s been deprive of buying his favorite candy.
Stella got up and approached him. Her lower lip was sexily held between her teeth and she kept flashing him a flirtatious smile, making every single step she took seducing -making it harder for him to keep himself in check.
She stopped in front of him, turned around and did a little twerk on his face, before facing him again and knelt in front of him. Her palm rubbed his d**k through his pants teasingly, but she soon grabbed his belt and removed it, then proceeded in push his zipper down.
He grabbed her head and tried to lean forward for a kiss, but she shook her head in disagreement, and pushed him back on the chair.
“Up!” she commanded.
He lifted his lower body, and she grabbed both his pants and boxers, and dragged them down to his knees, making his d**k spring out and slapped her face.
“Ooh” her smile widened. “It’s not the first time I’m seeing your d**k, but I can’t seem to stop getting amazed by it every time it pops out of your pants like this”
He smirked. “Well, I’m glad to hear you like my d**k”
He hissed quietly in pleasure as she reached her hand forward, grabbed his dick, and began stroking it. His d**k was already hard, but not to her satisfaction, she wanted it to be harder, so she continued stroking.
After a minute of stroking, she jerked it a little to see if it became harder. She smiled and nodded in approval.
There’s determination in her eyes as she stared at the huge d**k in front of her, she’s going to give him the best head he’s ever had.
She leaned forward and kissed the tip the way the Indians kissed the head of a cobra to make it rain. Then she took him fully in her small mouth, and he shuddered in delight as her warm lips went around his d**k, and her warm breath sent shivers down his spine.
He was forced to let out a soft groan, she hasn’t started yet, but he’s already having a good time.
She slid his d**k in deep until it hit her throat, then held it there a moment before starting to move it in and out of her mouth. With every move, she’d take him deeper, and he’s enjoying every moment of it.
At one point, he pulled her hair back with his hand and held it, watching her as she continued to work on his d**k.
She spit, gagged, and sucked until her mouth started making those slurp noises, which just seemed to turn him on even more.
He couldn’t hold back no more, he wanted to be in charge now. He stood up, grabbed her head and held it in a place, then began thrusting his huge d**k deeper in her throat, as though he wasn’t already deep enough.
Her eyes turned red and blinked rapidly, veins showing on her temples with sweat, and spit running down her face as she coughed and gagged continuously.
He tried to slow down, but she grabbed his legs and urged him to continue with that pace -she loves it.
“Ahh, f**k!” he moaned loudly as he went deeper in her throat.
He went faster and deeper in her mouth as he felt his orgasm building up. He took a very deep thrust, and stopped moving his hips.
Furthermore, he threw his head back as he poured his sperm in her mouth, he ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed a handful, then pulled on it.
“F*k” he breathed out, and slid his d*k out of her mouth, with his sperm stringing between it and her lips. “Spit it on your chest” he commanded.
She nodded and did as she’s directed, she slowly spit it on her chest, making sure she locked eyes with him as she did, and winking flirtatiously at him.
He leaned forward and kissed her as he pulled her up, hugging tight, making his d**k come into contact with her stomach, and this wasn’t her helping her dripping wet p*ssy -she wanted him inside her right now.
He kissed down her neck, sucking on every sensitive spot -in fact, her whole neck is extremely sensitive at this moment.
“It’s time to pleasure you, darling” he mumbled against my neck.