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[The mini-series, “Mount Bliss,” continues from “Lola on All Fours” with this abridged account.]
We left the rest of the crew standing in disbelief of their own eyes and went up to the bedroom together.
Out of sight of the other four, Lo hugged me so hard that it seemed she would never let go. She began to cry.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” she sniffled into my shirt.
Besides my other kinks and fetishes, I am particularly plagued with a terrible condition known as dacryphilia — the sexual arousal that results from seeing someone cry.
Lo’s tears, her shame, her exhibitionism, her terrible teasing of me all day, nay, all week, and her repeating the refrain of “Daddy” all caused my already hard cock to swell to a stiffness I hadn’t felt in ages.
“Daddy, I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed. I’m so bad. Daddy, do you even still love me?” she asked, extremely repentant. That’s when she felt my love for her manifest in definitive form.
She dropped to her knees on the floor and held onto my rigid member with one hand and felt my soft sack with the other. She was worshipping it. “Your balls are so big. So full.” If crying turns me on, nothing turns on Lo like a male who is in desperate need of relief.