Well he is daddy after all

I lifted my torso up slightly, my hips still moving seductively, with Nick eyes glued on them, making it the perfect time to do it.

I lifted my shirt up all the way and tossed it to the side, quickly undoing my bra afterward and tossing it with my shirt. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

I remember one time this man told me he'd "show me a good time that would have me begging for more", and here he was. Getting me to crave his approval and lustful stares. He still hadn't noticed.

"Look up, daddy~." I said as softly as I could while also trying to sound sexy.

Nicklooked up and I could see quick shock, and then his cocky grin forming.

"Damn, well hello there. You must be really getting into this, fat ass." He said, looking up to me.

I giggled in response, "I just want daddy to have a good time. He won this fair and square after all."

I couldn't believe what I was saying, this must be the booze talking. With a heavy mix of the erotic mood.

"It definitely feels like you've already been enjoying this." I said as I gesture down, my hips lowering so my pussy grinds against his cock. Even though my panties, our pants, and his boxers the feeling of grinding together still made me shudder. It felt so good, it got me really thinking about what it would feel like if we were naked and doing this.

"You have no idea, fat ass. Maybe you should get a closer look at just how much I've enjoyed this? Or do you need me to earn it again?"

God, I felt so weak when he said that. But do I need to see it? Surely I've gone far enough? He doesn't need anymore. And even if he did, should he earn it somehow?