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I wasn't surprised when she sucked on my forefinger, “Patience, doll. We have three more days in Greece to ourselves.” “But I want you to fill up my mouth with your cum, Roman and after that, I want you to fuck me so hard that my legs will tremble whenever I think of you. I want you inside me, daddy.” As she said the last statement, her voice quieted down to a sultry whisper. All my life, I never knew I had a daddy kink, and I'd always thought people that were into it were nothing but weirdos but I couldn't believe how badly turned on I was at that moment.

Then she started moving her hand down to my belt but I grabbed her hand gently. “No, Harper. You are just getting better,” I said. She shook her head. “I want you, Daddy. I need you now.” I couldn't resist her. I gave in. I carried her back to the bed, took off her clothes slowly and spread her legs and ate her pussy. “Don't you ever run from daddy again.” I grunted, lifting my head to look at her. “D…daddy…” she screamed, holding my head to eat her more deeply. I licked her slowly at first, then faster, sucking her clit until she moaned loudly. I moved up and sucked her breasts brutally. I bit and licked them hard.

“Really? I haven’t noticed he likes strong perfumes “, I tried to push his question off. I don’t like strong perfumes, wearing his kind of perfume was a scope. Harry, careless about the perfume. He was more interested in hugging and giving me butterfly kisses. “This is work hours' ', I poked his head. Harry hissed and continued with his kisses on my necks, cheeks and face. “This is my father’s company “, he fired back. I chuckled at his come back and hung my hand around his neck. Harry played with my fingers for a while before letting them go. “Kaira, do you feel this?” He asked, looking me in the eyes. My mouth dried up and I was speechless.

I contemplate whether or not to do it, but Harry’s eyes on me are trusting. I grip both sides of his head, grunting, as I push his boundary in ways that will horrify anyone else, but Harry trusts me with his darkness. One, two, three. Thrusts after thrusts. I own his throat. The sounds he produces are like something ripped from Pornhub. His chin is sullied. Eyes bloodshot. On his knees, hands cuffed behind him, with my custom-made dildo pistoning inside his ass.

He turned back and kicked Joyce sharply. "What are you standing there for? Get on your knees and apologize to Henry!" Joyce froze. What did her father say? She was the precious daughter of the Foster family, born with a silver spoon and raised with privilege. Since when had she been disgraced like this? "I'm your daughter! How could you tell me to kneel to him?" "It's precisely because you're my daughter!" Terrence roared. "Henry's your fiancé, and you work together with an outsider to mistreat him? Who else are you going to kneel to, this fake 'daddy' of yours?!"

I gripped the leather texture of the bed, my whole body bouncing forward, legs pulled apart and dangling in the air vigorously at every following thrust. "Don't dare cum until Daddie says so!" He reprimanded, gathering a handful of my hair, pulling it backwards as he spanked me further, pummeling my inside harder and faster, it was like he noticed the friction that gathered around my core and wanted to burst out. "Please... Dadd... Daddie... let me cum!!! Ah... yes... oh...ah" I cried out crazily as he fucked me senseless until I couldn't take it anymore, I instinctively rose my butt upward more, letting my squirting poured out freely. Shockingly, he quickly hunched down to have a lick. "Hmm

Kept me right on the edge. “Please,” I gasped. Voice breaking. “Please breed me, Daddy.” He thrust deep again. Buried. Held still. “Beg properly.” “Please breed me, Daddy. Fill me up. Put a baby in me. Make me yours. I need it. Please.” He groaned. Thrust harder. Deeper. Hand tightening on my throat. Just enough pressure to make my head swim. Fingers rubbing my clit. Fast. Relentless. I came. Hard. Back arching. Screaming into his shoulder. Pussy clamping down. Squirting around his cock. Wetness soaking the sheets. Legs shaking violently.

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Reagan calls sexily, he leans down to me and hungrily bestows kisses on my neck while I deeply groan in hesitant. Through his shoulders, I saw Hidalgo's cold eyes on me, they were dark and overpowering and I felt these unexplainable feelings in me. For a second, his eyes were on my full rosy lips, and then, he’d averted his gaze to somewhere in the room. “...won't you call me daddy, my pretty plaything?” Mr. Reagan chuckles into my ear, but inwardly he was powerfully demanding. “D-daddy!” I gasped for air, trembling in the torture chair as he was now aggressively touching me.

“Now, tell me your plans for today. And don’t forget to call me Sir when we’re alone.” I try to steady my breathing. “I planned to sketch by the lake this morning, Sir. Then maybe swim later.” “Excellent. Wear another short dress with nothing underneath when you go outside. I want easy access whenever I decide to check on my new toy.” He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “And Harper?” “Yes, Sir?” His eyes lock onto mine with dark promise. “If I catch you touching yourself without permission, the punishment will be memorable. Now finish your coffee and get to work. Daddy has calls to make… but I’ll be watching.”