FREAKS FOR DADDIES
The stretch was even more intense than last time, burning so perfectly that my eyes rolled back and a broken wail tore from my throat, I quivered on the desk, hips twitching as my core adjusted to the overwhelming fullness.
He started pounding me with deep, powerful strokes and the heavy desk shaking beneath us. His hand cracked across my ass repeated, leaving buring red prints as he fucked me hard ad that only made me wetter. Then he wrapped one strong hand around my throat from behind, pulling me back onto his cock with every savage snap of his hips.
“Such a greedy slut,” he groaned, fucking me relentlessly. “Coming back for Daddy’s cock even though you know how ucking wrong this is.”