“Oh … oh my,” she mumbled eventually.
Dylan chuckled softly. “Feel better now?”
Evie giggled and nodded, and then her eyes darted to the massive rise in his crotch. She glanced up at him, and there was both lustful need and invitation in his eyes. Tentatively she reached out, her little fingers stroking the bulge. He felt rock hard. “Iron man,” she said impulsively, and giggled again.
“You ain't seen nothing yet, baby,” said Dylan as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down over his hips, his boxer shorts with them. His cock sprang free and demanded adulation.
Evie stared at nine inches of pulsing maleness. She gulped, wondering, if push came to shove, how she would ever accommodate it. Dylan gave an intake of breath. There was a smouldering fire in his eyes, a fire that needed to be assuaged.
“Good girls get to suck Daddy's popsicle,” he said as he reached for her head, drawing her gently down.
Eagerly she explored the length of him with her tongue, starting at the shaft, and slowly working her way up. Her right hand caressed his balls, and she used her left to hold his shaft as her mouth did it's work on reaching the tip of his cock. With a succession of light licks, she swirled her tongue around the glistening tip, feeling a deep satisfaction as he groaned, and his grasp tightened.
Evie continued, teasing further, and then began to slowly take him in her mouth, inch by precious inch. He liked that. Oh boy, did he like it. He began to thrust...
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