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“I—I can’t. Not while you’re—” “Watching?” My grin widened. “That’s the point, sweetheart. You wanted to sneak in here and be greedy without me? Fine. Then you can show me exactly how desperate you get when you crave my cock.” Her breath hitched. “Julian…” “Go on.” My tone sharpened, authority slipping in, my dominant side coming into play. “Be a good girl and spread your legs. Show daddy how messy you can get when you’re aching for me.”

"Yes, Daddy." She rolls the word daddy off the tip of her tongue, her voice dripping with lust as I shove my hand down her thong and push my thick fingers inside her drenched pussy. Hearing her call me Daddy has always done something to me, and I can't quite explain it. It never was a thing I was into, even when I became a Dom. Still, I made my subs call me daddy, but none of them made me feel the way that Myla does when she calls me daddy. It's different when she says it, and I never want her to stop. She buries her face in my chest as my fingers play with her pussy, using her slick arousal to piston in and out of her with ease, sinking her teeth into my skin as she bites through my shirt.

he muttered as he glided his hips beneath his briefs, he pulled out his cock, it stood erect and hard cautiously as he put his fingers across it with his eye pinned against my already wet clit and pussy. "Will you fuck me Daddy?." I asked lost in the pleasure as I increased my pace, I threw my head towards the back constantly as I kept rolling my eyes against my head, I've never felt such intense pleasure, "ahhh" he groaned as he jerked off on his cock, his dick twitched the more as he ran his hand over it at first and held it in a circular motion, throbbed it downward again he cap, he also picked up his pace, flung his legs wide apart and closed his eyes shut ss he jerked even faster, I hav

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture. These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving. Darn it! Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe! Gosh!!! “Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.

“But you can just be daddy’s bad girl, only for daddy. Only to seek our desires, our fantasies, to moan for me, to cum on my face and to make me hard.” “Can you do that for me?” “Yes, daddy!”

I whispered, voice trembling. The fantasy grew darker, more intense. I pictured him walking into the bathroom right now, seeing me like this... legs spread, fingers buried deep in my pussy, moaning his name. I imagined him pulling his cock out, thick and hard, much bigger than his father’s, and slapping it against my clit before pushing inside me in one rough thrust.

I wanted to hear Diego call me his fucking sex-doll, his obsessed little brat, telling me exactly how much better he was at filling me up than his son ever could be. "Ah... fuck... Daddy..." I sobbed, my hips bucking. The friction was becoming unbearable, the pleasure peaking into a blinding white light. I was sobbing now, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I imagined his hand wrapping around my throat, not to choke, but to claim. I imagined him spitting on my chest and telling me I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. "Fuck me, Daddy... please, just fuck me!"

Naomi gently pressed the button, and the video finally played normally. It recorded how Anna took off her clothes and climbed onto Mister Daddy’s bed with a flirtatious expression.

He swiped his tongue up and down, and barely aware that he was probably bruising her hips where he held her, he ran his hands down and then up to hold the essence of her open to him. Her taste, her scent were a lure he couldn't deny, and he knew now, his craving for her would never go away. Damnation. Nathan trailed his fingers up to the silk of a nipple and tugged at it, running it between his fingers and thumb until it turned into such a turgid little peak that it almost drove him crazy.

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.