Every time she slapped herself, she whimpered and cried out.

“Oh, Daddy, I’ll be good!” she pleaded. “I promise!”

I could hear John’s breath, ragged and fast. Mine was, too. Thank God for “mute” buttons!

“You’ll be a good girl now?” he panted. “You’ll do whatever Daddy says?”

“Yes!” She sniffed, as if she had been crying. “Anything, Daddy.”

“Then get down here on your knees.” His voice had that rough edge again, and it thrilled me. I rubbed my pussy faster, using both hands, and crooking the phone against my shoulder.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Put your mouth on Daddy’s cock, little girl,” John told her. “You suck that cock until I come in your mouth. And you swallow every last drop. Do you understand me?”

“Oh, yes, Daddy!” she purred. “It’s so big and hard. I can barely get my mouth around it.”

“That’s a girl. Take it all.” I heard John’s breathing getting even faster, and I knew he was stroking his cock. I wished he was next to me, so I could hear his hand shuttling up and down, the slick wetness of it. My pussy throbbed under my hand, the fingers of my left hand buried inside, my right hand rubbing my clit in fast little circles, bringing me closer to that edge.

“I love sucking your cock, Daddy.”

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he moaned. “Suck it, you little whore. Are you Daddy’s dirty little whore?”

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “I’m your dirty little cockwhore, Daddy! I can’t help playing with my little pussy while I suck you. It feels so good.”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Rub that cunt.”

I moaned out loud, hearing that word coming from his throat. I rubbed my own cunt harder, faster, thrashing against the bed.

“You’re gonna make daddy come, you naughty girl,” he moaned. “Are you ready?”

“Oh, yes, I’m gonna come, too,” she moaned. I wondered if she was touching herself like I was. The thought was exciting. “Come in my mouth, Daddy!”