Starving Princess Devours Matt Naylor's Big Cock

I crawl between your thighs, eyes locked on that thick shaft like it's my last meal. I start with feather-light kitten licks, kissing the tip until it pulses against my lips—teasing, tasting, letting strings of spit drip down those heavy balls. Every time I feel you throb I pull back just enough to whisper “hold it, Daddy… Princess isn't done playing.” I work you deeper, sloppy suction noises filling the living room while my tiny hands twist around the base. You grip the sofa, knuckles white, fighting the urge to explode as I moan around your length like I'm starved for every drop. When your legs start shaking I finally lock on, throat tight, stroking until you lose control and flood my mouth with hot cum—milking you dry while I swallow every last spurt, grinning like the greedy royal brat I am. Ready to feed me next?