DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET
He licked it, growled against my skin.
"My little rent slut," he said, thrusting harder now—faster, deeper, the couch creaking under the force. "Daddy’s property now. This pussy belongs to me."
The words made my clit throb. I hated how my hips lifted to meet his thrusts, how my pussy gushed around him with every degrading name. His hand left my throat briefly—air rushing in sweet and cool—and slid down between us. His fingers found my clit—rough, calloused pads rubbing hard, no gentleness. The pressure was too much—circles that ground down, making sparks shoot up my spine.