DIRTY DADDIES
Tears of overwhelming sensation streamed from my eyes, spotting the polished wood beneath my cheek, my makeup smearing into a whoreish mess.
“I own this cunt,” he declared, his pace becoming even more frantic, more possessive, cock dragging out to the tip before slamming back in, battering my cervix. “I own every gasp I wring from you. Every tear. Every squirt. This desperate, greedy hole belongs to me now—gonna fuck it raw, fill it until you’re overflowing, until you walk out of here with my cum dripping down your legs for everyone to smell.”
His words were filthier than any I’d conjured in my own mind, darker, more unhinged, and they sent me spiraling into oblivion.