He attacked again, his tongue flicking fast, fingers pumping roughly, free hand pinning her hips so she couldn’t escape the onslaught. She came screaming, "Daddy, daddy, daddy," while her thighs clamped around his head. Carry stared down at him miserably, in unwanted euphoria (or so she told herself) squirting all over his tongue. He drank her down like a thirsty man, returning from a desert. Rising, eyes black with hunger, he bent her over the island, cheek pressed to the cold marble. "I hate you. I don't want you," she screamed defiantly, but her pussy was clenching emptily, her ass grinding into his dick. “Liar,” he whispered, almost tenderly, as his zipper came down. The sound had become a trigger for Carry. Her Achilles heel. Once that zipper came down, she knew he would fuck her… and she would love every second of it. Still uncertain he would get a next fuck every single time, Bill hastily freed his cock and slammed home in one brutal stroke. "You fucking asshole,
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