No, it's empty.

As soon as the doors open, Daddy pulls you to him. He kisses you, his tongue sliding along your lips. You open your mouth and let him in. He grabs your arse and squeezes, massaging your cheeks in his hands. You arch your back, giving him more to hold. Your hands trace down his chest, rubbing his crotch through his trousers. You open your mouth, feeling him push his tongue further into you, rubbing against your own. You feel like you could stay like this for an age, but it's not to be.