เข้าสู่ระบบI was close again. The combination of the deep, relentless fucking, the lingering sting of the spanks, the complete loss of control, and the sound of his rough breathing above me pushed the pressure inside me to a breaking point. My thighs began to shake. The moans leaving my mouth turned high and continuous, almost a single unbroken sound.The orgasm that hit me then was different from the first. It started deep, a powerful, vibrating clench that radiated outward through my entire body. My pussy locked tight around his cock in rhythmic, pulsing waves that seemed to go on and on. I cried out into the cushion, while my arms trembled with the effort of holding myself in position. The intensity made my vision white out at the edges. He fucked me through every pulse of it, never slowing, drawing the climax out until I was shaking and oversensitive and nearly sobbing with the force of it.Only when the worst of the tremors had passed did he ease the pace, though he remained buried deep ins
As I was riding him, he shifted his grip, one arm banding tightly around my waist while the other supported my back. In a single controlled motion he turned us, laying me down on the couch and settling between my spread thighs without ever pulling his dick out of my pussy.He grabbed my legs and pushed them up to me. "Hold your legs,” he ordered in a rough voice. “Keep them open for Daddy."I obeyed, wrapping my hands behind my knees and pulling them back and apart so that I was completely exposed. The position left me no leverage and no ability to control the depth. His first hard thrust buried him to the hilt and dragged a sharp cry from my throat. He set a driving rhythm that had no remaining softness in it. A long, powerful stroke that filled me completely on every inward snap of his hips.“Ahhhhhhhh… Fuck… Daddy!!!” The words broke apart under the force of what he was doing. Each thrust pushed the air from my lungs. The wet sound of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled t
After adapting to his size a little, I began to ride him slowly. The first upward glide dragged every inch of his thick cock along my sensitive walls. The downward sink filled me all over again. His hands stayed on my ass, not forcing the rhythm but guiding it, lifting slightly when I rose, pressing down when I settled. The pace was unhurried, almost reverent, as if both of us were still adjusting to the fact that this was happening at all.I could feel everything. The heavy heat of him inside me. The way the head of his cock nudged deep with every downward stroke. The wet, intimate sound of my pussy sliding along his length. My own wetness coated him completely, making each movement smoother than the last even as the stretch remained intense. I kept my face buried against the side of his neck for the first several strokes, breathing in the scent of his skin, letting the slow friction build without looking at him.“Mmmmm… yessss,” I whispered against his throat. “You feel so good, Dad
His fingers began to move faster and faster, building an uncontrollable sensation. Before I could adapt to the pleasure, my orgasm hit me, making my whole body vibrate. My mouth went slack on his cock for a second as the waves rolled through me. I shook against his hand, thighs trembling hard, a high, muffled cry vibrating around the thick shaft still resting on my tongue. He kept his fingers moving through it, drawing every last pulse out of me with deliberate, merciless strokes until I was soft, oversensitive, and gasping for air. The intensity left me briefly empty-headed, floating in the aftermath.His hand tightened in my hair as his hips began to move with less control. I recovered enough to take him properly again, hollowing my cheeks and meeting each shallow thrust. He increased his pace after a little while and began the thrust up into my mouth while holding my head in place. I didn't pull out even though I was struggling to take his thrusts."Ohhhhh....Ahh...fuck.. I'm com
I needed to give him more space. So without lifting my mouth from him, I shifted on the couch, raising my left leg and bending it at the knee so that my thigh opened the angle of my hips. The new position left me more vulnerable and more open to accommodate his fingers. His hand settled more comfortably between my legs, and the next stroke of his fingers felt better. He found my clit again and rubbed it in tight, slow circles. The raised leg gave him complete access. The pleasure built quickly under that attention. I sucked him harder, using the motion of my mouth to ground myself against the rising heat between my legs. His breathing had grown rough. Every so often his hips gave a small, involuntary thrust, pushing deeper into my mouth. I welcomed it. I wanted him to use the space I was giving him. I wanted the clear evidence that the careful, controlled man who had raised me was losing pieces of that control because of what my mouth and my body were doing to him. My free hand bra
His eyes were full of lust. "Your mouth is so nice around my dick." He groaned, looking into my eyes. I wasn't seeing my stepfather anymore. The man above was a man who has always wanted to have me in this position. Without saying anything, I returned back to his dick and captured his cap in my lips, then took almost half of his length into my mouth, earning me another faint moan.His hand left my hair and drifted lower along my back. He was slow, almost hesitant at first, as if some remaining part of him still remembered the rules that had governed us for more than a decade. His palm traced the curve of my spine through the thin fabric of my crop top, following the line of my body until his fingers reached the waistband of my short denim skirt. There they paused. The warmth of his hand seeped through the material and into my skin. I kept sucking him steadily, but every nerve in my body had narrowed to the place where his fingers rested, waiting to see what he would do next.He slid







