Daddys Bride-to-be

I stand there, dressed as a sexy slutty bride would for her man....the silky white gloves and silky white stockings were a clever lust spell, but my bridal corset holding my stockings up just makes daddy melt. Little bows one each side of my hips are held by the thong, and little bows also stand proud on top of each stocking, front and back. Target locked: I have daddy where I want him, where I need him: hard, and in front of his bride-to-be.

As the dress falls on the floor, I gently push aside my black hair to reveal my smile…and as daddy sees the little smile, he smiles in return...daddy knows why I am smiling. He noticed that I am slowly bending my knees, his bride lowering inch by inch…slowly lowering myself to my knees. As I gradually lower myself, my silky white hands lay flat on your chest....slowly sliding downwards with my body.

I look directly in front of me....daddy's bulge is covered by the black pants. I bring my lips closer, and plant a kiss on your zipper. The hot pink of my lipstick leaves a tiny smudge. I pull back, look up and bring my hands to your belt. I pull open your belt, and undo your pants and zipper....your pants slide down to the floor, and I am looking directly at silky white briefs, covering daddy's bulge. I bite my lower lip.

I look up again as I lean forward and plant another kiss directly on where I think the hardening knob is. I was right, as I pull back and notice the pink smudge is more obvious on the white fabric where a huge knob is twitching.
“Mmmmmm…” I moan as I look in front and start running my tongue on daddy's shaft through his briefs. I feel the precum leaking from my lil gurly cock with each lick that runs across the base to the tip of daddy's pole. I try to put daddy’s huge cock head between my lips, but the fabric is resisting. I release what grip I had with my lips and continue to lick daddy’s manly dick through the fabric. My hands start caressing daddy’s legs as I lick up and down, up and down, up and down, through the fabric.