The Billionaire's Club

As she watched, the Daddy turned the Little girl over onto her back, slipped her diaper off, and took the binkie from her mouth, replacing it with two of his fingers.

"Suck," he told his girl.

Francesca stuck two fingers in her mouth, wishing they were his. And when he tore the diaper off with his free hand and plunged his fingers into the girl's pussy, Francesca's whole body went tight with need.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered into her darkened bedroom as she slipped the phallic-shaped vibrator between her folds.

She pumped it in and out in time with the Daddy on her laptop screen. The buzzing tickle went deep inside her body, and she needed more. She needed to come.

She slipped her fingers from her mouth. "Please, Daddy, may I come?" she whimpered.

The Daddy on-screen was fucking his girl so hard and fast, and she echoed his motion, shoving the vibrator deep inside her, slipping it out, then doing it over and over.

"Please... I need you, Daddy!"

The Daddy on the screen said, "Come now for me, Little girl."

And she did, her body arching as her pussy spasmed around the thick shaft inside her.

"Oh, Daddy, yessssssss!"