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I smiled. "But, Daddy can. He is the big boss, right, Daddy?" he asked. Edmund nodded. "Yes sweety.” "Of course, baby,” I agreed. "No one else.” I chuckled glancing at Iverson. "But for now, Iverson just broke your plane," I said and he shrugged. "If I’m the big boss, I’ll have one like Daddy's,” he said standing up. "If?" Edmund asked raising an eyebrow expectantly. "If I work hard enough,” Edmund finished.

The slipperiness of feeling that wetness makes my cock even harder. Oh goodness, it is unclear to me why, but I love the way he is talking to me right now. Oh yes, keep talking like that, it is getting me so hot. Lee is pounding into me faster and harder. Yes, faster harder faster, oh goodness I am going to c×m. Not yet, he tells me, then he just keeps ramming his cock inside me.

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This time his tone became harsher which scared and a hard slap landed on her right boob “Ahhh…. Fuckkk…. Dadyy!” Oliver smirked as Isabella moaned his name. He continued to smash and fondle her boobs, making her cry out loud. “Ahhh… Uhhh…. Ohhh…. Daddy… Please… Sloww… Please… It’s hurting… Ahhh….” "Take *twack* it my *twack* little *twack* slut *twack*." He spoke with a dark chuckle. He had imagined this scene in his mind uncountable times, her under his mercy, begging and crying in pain and pleasure.

I cry out, the sheets catch in my teeth, muffling the sound. He starts slow and steady again. Feeding me inch after inch of his marvellous cock. Taking his time. He slides all the way in, his hips slamming against my ass cheeks, the sound is music to my ears, and when he pulls out, my vagina makes resisting noises, hesitant to let him go. He trembles behind me, keeping the tempo at that maddening pace. "Daddy. Please. Please. Fuck me...I need you. Hard. Fuck me hard." I plead, breathing hard.

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

“Maybe he is being protective you know with my momma and all. Your daddy is looking after us you know how sweet and kind he is.” He snorts, “did you just call my daddy sweet? Fuck me, Harps that is hilarious. My daddy ain’t sweet. He’s a mean ass biker.” “Yeah right, your daddy has a sweet side and besides he raised you good and proper.” The douchebag leaves some money on the table and strides towards the door with his face put out. Good - the dickhead. Levy comes towards the counter and takes a seat next to Dylan. “You okay, Harper?” Concern floods his warm eyes as he looks at me. I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that, it’s making me weak at the knees and making my panties get wet and I’m

She leaned into the screen. "Doesn't he look gorgeous?" Daddy spoke up, thrusting into me ruthlessly I was seeing different kinds of stars. "How perfect he looks when he's taking daddy's cock," "Oh, believe me, I'm looking," she said. "Harder Daddy," I moaned. "Please fuck me harder," I pleaded, squirming against the blanket. "With pleasure," Daddy growled, thrusting his hips harder, hitting my prostate constantly I felt like I was floating. My body felt tingly with every thrust.

I felt the tremors starting in my thighs, the pleasure becoming too much to bear. "Don't you dare close your eyes," he whispered, his voice a dark command. "I want you to feel every inch of this." He leaned all his weight into me, pinning me down against the mattress while his hands never let go of my hips. The friction was undoing me—a heavy, grinding pressure that hit deeper and deeper with every strike. "Daddy's girl," he muttered, his voice breaking as he FUCKED me more harder. "My good, little girl." "Harder… harder… Fuck me harder!" I screamed, my eye widened in pleasure.

“Mmm. Yes, baby girl. Beg me. Tell me what you want.” I whimpered as he rolled his hips again, so deep it stole my breath. “Please.” His smile curved against my skin, dark and satisfied. “Please what? Use your words.” Heat flooded my face. He was still moving—slow, relentless, perfect—and it was driving me insane. “Harder.” He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my chest. “Okay. Now all together.” I was trembling, nails digging into his back. “Please… harder.” He stopped moving entirely, buried to the hilt, and lifted his head so I had to meet those storm-dark eyes. “No. You say, ‘Harder please, Daddy.’”