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I whimper, arching my back off the table so I can take him deeper.
Emerson chuckles darkly, “Daddy’s?” He asks, finally noticing the unfinished tattoo on top of my pussy. “You’re such a good girl, princess. Everyone deserves a little girl like you, Who is he?” He grunts, fucking me so hard that the table which appeared cemented to the ground, is now rocking with us. “Who is the lucky bastard?”
“No one,” I gasp. “You’re my daddies right now,” I moan, my breath ragged. “So fuck me, fill your princess with your cum too.”
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