"Me too," she replied, kissing the big man on the Lips.

"I think we could find our own little corner. Maybe a little far removed since ... you know," she said throatily, "we tend to make a little more noise than most.

“WhatEVER do you mean?" he ask, feeling her hands drifting down his front and stroking his staff to its enormous height.

"What I mean," she responded, "is that I'm a loud fuck."

“Care to put your money where your mouth is?"

“There's something else I'd rather have where my mouth is," she said, pushing his pants down, bending over and started sucking on his mammoth meat.

“That's my girl," he sighed happily, pulling his shirt off.

“Good Daddy," she said. She was in a playful mood.

“Treat Daddy good, and he'll give you some candy."

Talia was sucking on the head like a lollipop already, so the candy reference almost made her laugh. She could never down much of his rod, but she enjoyed stroking his hardness with both hands anyway. It felt so good having it between her lips again.

She let Tarloh unfasten her top, only ceasing with her suction long enough for him to pull it off of her. Then her lips went straight back to the head. She thrust her tongue underneath, caressing the spongy skin on the bottom of his member as she worked the first few inches in and out of her throat. When she pulled away, she tongued the little pee slit with the tip of her tongue, then downed what she could again.

“Good girl," Tarloh said.

"Show Daddy what you've got. Show Daddy your love."

Talia stopped and stepped back. She was topless already, so she made a show of slowly peeling her pants down, her slightly bubbled butt pointing towards her man. She kicked her clothing away, then sat down on the ground. She lifted herself up with her legs and one arm. With her other hand, she started to masturbate.

Tarloh was licking his lips. Talia was in rare form that evening. He was stroking his own cock as he knelt next to her. Their gazes met as his free hand joined hers between her ebony thighs. While she rubbed her clit, he slid two large fingers inside her warm depths.

He slid them in and out, then stretched her opening a little before pushing them back inside. He was searching for that magical button that would make this spectacular woman so very, very happy. When her hips gave an involuntarily jerk and then slammed against his hand, he knew that he had found it.

“Give it to me Daddy," she crooned, closing her eyes and smiling. He had big fingers, and he knew how to use them. She couldn't help but buck her hips and he twanged her g-spot.

“I'll be your good girl," she added.

“Or maybe your bad girl."

She laid her shoulders against the ground, freeing up one hand to reach out and ensnare his member. She couldn't do much from the angle she was at, or even get her hand all the way around his cock, but she held it gently and anticipated its upcoming entry into her body.

But Tarloh was going to make her wait just a little bit. He wanted her to be the first to achieve release. She pressed her thighs together against his hand and cried out, “That's it Daddy!" She let go of his cock and grabbed his wrist with both hands, holding it there while his piston-like fingers made her body ebb with ecstasy.

It was one of those perfect, glowing, lose-track-of-time kind of orgasms. It was one that she would remember.

Tarloh sat back.

"Why don't you sit on Daddy's lap and tell him what you want for your birthday?"