MY TABOO STEP DADDY
I contemplate whether or not to do it, but Harry’s eyes on me are trusting.
I grip both sides of his head, grunting, as I push his boundary in ways that will horrify anyone else, but Harry trusts me with his darkness.
One, two, three. Thrusts after thrusts. I own his throat.
The sounds he produces are like something ripped from Pornhub. His chin is sullied. Eyes bloodshot. On his knees, hands cuffed behind him, with my custom-made dildo pistoning inside his ass.