On My Knees, Daddy: A Compilation of Short Stories
The bottom’s face was half-turned toward the camera, mouth open in a silent scream, tears streaking, côck leaking onto the concrete even as he whimpered “please…fück…too much.”
My díck jerked hard in my jeans.
“There you are,” I breathed.
I hit play. Volume was low, but the wet slap of skin, the choked sobs, the dom’s low growls “Take it, slíut, you begged for this” filled the space between my ears. I palmed myself through the denim, then gave up and yanked the zipper down. No underwear tonight. Côck sprang free. It was thick, already leaking at the tip. I spat into my palm, wrapped my fist around the shaft, and started stroking in time with the video.
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