Face Sitting
Face sitting is the only way I want to finish anymore. I started the evening already in that mood — music low, hips moving slow, watching Daddy watch me. He was on the couch, eyes dark, and I knew exactly what I was going to do. I danced closer, turned, and let my ass brush against his face just once. He reached for me. I stepped away, laughing, and kept moving until he was breathing hard. Then I climbed up, knees on either side of his head, and lowered myself straight onto his mouth.
The first grind was slow. I felt his tongue try to find me and I rolled my hips harder, pinning him down. “Stay,” I told him. He made a muffled sound and I sat heavier, smothering him with my wet pussy while I kept dancing in place — small circles, then longer strokes, using his face like it belonged to me. Family fun has never looked this filthy. Every time he tried to shift I pressed down harder until he stopped fighting and just took it. My clit dragged across his nose and lips and I moaned loud enough for him to feel the vibration.
I reached down, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and started riding his face in earnest. Wet sounds filled the room. I told him how good his tongue felt trapped under me, how I could feel him struggling to breathe and how much that turned me on. He gripped my thighs but never tried to push me off. Good. I stayed right there, grinding, rocking, using him until my legs started shaking. When I came I locked my thighs around his head and forced him to stay buried while I pulsed against his mouth, dripping onto his chin.
I didn’t get off him right away. I stayed seated, catching my breath, letting him taste every drop while I stroked his hair and told him what a perfect seat he made. Only when I was ready did I lift up and look down at the mess I’d left on his face. He was flushed, lips shiny, eyes glazed. I leaned down and kissed him so he could taste me on his own tongue. That is the kind of family fun I like best — the kind where Daddy ends up under me and stays there until I’m finished.
Some nights I call him afterward and walk him through every second of it again. Phone sex lets me keep him right there under me even when we’re not in the same room. I describe the weight of my body, the way I used his mouth, the exact moment I came on his face, and I make him stay hard and aching while he listens. He never gets to finish until I say so. That is how face sitting works with me — complete control, messy and wet and completely mine.
If you want to be the face I dance onto next, you already know where to find me. Come ready to stay under me for as long as I want.
— River