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I nodded frantically behind his palm. He started moving—slow at first, deep, punishing rolls of his hips that hit every spot inside me. Then faster. Harder. The desk rattled. And my mouth remained open, gathering air. “Look at you,” he growled. “Taking daddy’s cock like you were made for it. Such a perfect little whore.” I moaned behind his hand, nails digging into his shoulders. “Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Make yourself come on my dick. I want to feel it.”

My skirt is hiked up to my waist, my legs spread out wide as I lean back on my elbows, my pussy weeping for his touch. “So wet and so creamy just for me. Is that right Bethany?” he asked with a deep, dark West African accent that only emphasized on the torture he was just about to unleash on me. “Yes, yes!” I breathed, biting the bottom of my lip to keep myself from moaning. Atiza drops to his knees between my thighs. He doesn't hesitate; he dives in, his mouth immediately finding my clit with a precision that makes my knees buckle.

he barked, and I smeared that spunk all over my cheeks and neck, then sucked my fingers into my mouth, licking the flavor of him off them. He helped me off the floor and walked me backward to the bed. I slowly lowered myself onto it while staring up at him. “Please, Daddy. Please stuff my virgin pussy with your thick cock.” I watched in excitement as he tore off his clothes, letting me see that big, masculine body. His hairy chest made my pussy clench and weep even more. I slid my hands through his sweat-dampened chest hair, my fingers moving over his hard nipples. “Fuck me, Daddy. Take your little girl’s cherry. I saved it just for you. Make me your good little slut.”

His eyes were sharp as if he was dissecting every corner of Selena's face, looking for any lies that might be hidden there. "Fine," he said finally. "If you're sure. But this offer is still open. For the next three days. If you change your mind, just tell me, okay?" Selena nodded slowly. "Okay, sugar daddy. ." Dominic then stood up, walked to the side of his desk and stopped right in front of Selena. "What a shame, huh. I was picturing you sitting on the banks of the Seine, with a red dress and a glass of wine in hand..."

I inhaled sharply as I watched him rub his nose against my panties. “W-what are you doing? I just came-“ “We need to do it again for good measure, baby. Your pheromones are still unstable. Be my good omega and come for me again.” “But General-“ My complaints had quickly turned to moans as his teeth grazed my clit through the thin fabric. I grabbed onto the sink. “Blaze!” He looked up between my legs and smirked. “Now I know how to make you say my name. Had I known it was this easy, I would have gone down on you sooner.”

“You don’t come until I say. You hold it.” He goes back down and keeps the same relentless rhythm until I’m shaking and begging under my breath. Every time the pressure builds too high he backs off, blows cool air over my clit, waits for the edge to fade, then starts again. He does it four times. By the fifth I’m crying from how much I need it, hips trying to chase his mouth. “Please, please let me—” “Not yet.”

“Daddy’s going to teach you how to please that greedy cunt of yours. I’m going to spoil you rotten—make you cum so hard you forget your own name.” He guided me to the couch, positioning me on my back first, legs spread wide in missionary. The vibrator hummed against my clit as he slid his cock into me slowly, inch by torturous inch, filling me to the brim. “That’s it, take Daddy’s fat cock,” he praised, thrusting deep and steady, the vibe pressing just right to make stars burst behind my eyes. My walls clenched around him, milking his length as he rocked into me, our bodies slapping together in a filthy rhythm.

His cock was so big and juicy and my mouth was full of him. "That's right baby girl, are you daddy's little whore?" He asked as he grabbed my hair, increasing the speed and motion. "Yes I am, daddy," I muffled, looking up at him, my eyes watery - hot and juicy saliva dripping from my mouth onto his cock, as I choked on it. Back and forth he pushed me, my mouth wide as the saliva dripped down to my exposed tits. He was loving every minute of it and he increased the speed. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.

I tried turning him away at the door because he was hardly in a state to donate his shit but Mrs Cunningham, the old bat, seemed to think he was a son of hers at the moment and ushered him in. Ryan shook his head sagely and stood up from the hassock to pace the small living room. "The guy was fully pissed, but I remember him muttering something about winning a bet or dare. I think his rich bastard friends like him must have dared him to go donate his sperm for cash, probably while at some booze club." Kiersey tried not to let her heart sink further and further as disgust washed over her. Alcoholism was not in the blood, right? "Do you remember his name? Or address? What he looked like?"