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"What?" she asked, her voice full of innocent curiosity.
John sat up, his body looming over hers. He unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free, hard and ready. It stood out from his body, a testament to his desire for her. He stroked it slowly, his eyes locked on hers.
"This," he said, his voice a low, husky whisper.
Charlie's eyes widened. A slow, sly smile spread across her face. She reached out and wrapped her small hand around his shaft, her touch light and teasing. "Oh," she said. "That."
She sat up, her movements fluid and confident. She leaned in and took him into her mouth, her lips and tongue working their magic. She was a natural, a prodigy, and she knew exactly what to do. She took him deep, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
John groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closed. He was lost in a haze of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He could feel her small hands on his balls, her fingers tickling and teasing. He could feel the wet heat of her mouth, the softness of her lips. He was in heaven, and she was his angel.
She took him deeper, her nose buried in his pubic hair, her throat convulsing around him. He could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil of tension in his groin. He was close, so close.
He pulled back, his breathing ragged. "Not yet," he said, his voice a raw, guttural rasp.
Charlie looked up at him, her eyes wide with question. "But I want to taste you, daddy," she said, her voice a small, pleading whine. "I want your special milk."
"And you will have it," he said, his voice thick with desire. "But first, I want to be inside you. I want to feel your little cunny wrapped around my cock."
Charlie's eyes lit up. "Okay," she said, her voice bright and eager. "Okay, okay, okay!"
