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“No! No way! Uh-uh. I’m not going.”
“Please, Daddio.”
“Stop it. You won’t get me to go by doing that,” I said as Lo batted her lashes at me, reached for my cock, and rubbed her hips up against my leg.
“It will be fun.”
“Fun? Your idea of fun and mine are very different.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You think another wedding will be fun?”
“The last one was, remember?”
“I remember — the food was beyond blasé, the music was mediocre, and the people were piss-poor conversationalists.”
“Oh, Daddy. Don’t you remember what we did in the bathroom?”
“That was its only redeeming feature.”
“I have a lot of redeeming features,” she said, pulling her breast out of her blouse.
“You need a lot of redeeming, darling.”
“Suck it,” she commanded.
I bent my head down to her nipple and did as she asked.
“Bite down.”
I followed her instruction.
“Harder.”
I did as she wished.
“Mmmmmm, that’s it. Make it hurt. Pull it with your teeth.”