Daddies Taste Better
Her whimpers turned to sobs, muffled into the mattress, but she pushed back, chasing the brutality.
“Harder? Is that what you want, you masochistic cunt?”
I yanked the belt tighter, arching her neck back painfully. My free hand reached under, clamping down on her nipple and twisting savagely. She screamed, her walls clenching around me in response.
I pulled out abruptly, only to press against her ass again. She tensed, whimpering “No, please—not again,” but I ignored her, thrusting in deep with one brutal motion.