Stuck between my thighs, headscissors grip tight on the chair

“Is that the quarterback, Ethan?”
When Emmy does this, she slides up my cock and back down twice as the reporter follows where she’s pointing. “As your quarterback, he’ll go first and pick the order afterwards. XXX It pleases me as much as it does him, I think. “You did such a good job, baby girl.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I beam at him as he helps me get clean and then pulls out a change of clothes he brought for me to wear to the game. Immediately Ethan sees what the reporter doesn’t and comes over. “Do you want me to make you cum first?”
I glance over at Daddy, who is watching, and he nods his head.