Daddy, Please
She had never felt more used, degraded and utterly worshipped.
"Daddy..." Anny called out, her voice thin, raspy and hoarse, wrecked by the abuse her throat had endured. She looked up at the two men towering over her, her hands reaching out to clumsily grasp one cock each. "Can... Can I touch myself while you fuck my mouth?" The question emerged on a trembling whisper, her grey eyes wide and pleading as she gazed up at them.
Adriano's hand shot out, fisting in her hair and yanking her head back. The sharp bite of pain made her gasp, her back arching, her breasts thrust forward.
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