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“Are you going to sleep, Daddio?” she asked, rubbing my flaccid member under the sheets.
“Guurerumph,” I inarticulately mumble.
“But what about me?”
“Sleep.”
She continued gently stroking my rod up and down with just her fingertips, ever-so-lightly. I could feel my cock growing. Her curious fingers moved lower, tickling my testicles.
“You’re so big. So full. Are you sure you want to sleep?”
No response.
After dallying on my scrotum for a while, she explored further down below, gently circling and prodding.
“Oh come on Daddy, I’m feeling randy! What do I have to say? What do I have to do?” she whined.
“Fine,” I said, groggy. “Roll over and spread your legs.”
“But I’m on my period. It’s heavy. It will make a mess.”
“Grrrrrrr,” I grumbled. “Now you’ve got me hard.”
“I didn’t do that.”
“You certainly had a hand in it.”
“Jack it for me.”
“Lo, I’m too tired to jack it.”
“I like seeing you jack it.”
“You like seeing anyone jack it, or jill it, or whatever it.”