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"Daddy!" "Good girl," Daddy praised, his voice coming in short pants. "Good fucking girl. Now, pick up a toy," he said. With shaky hands, I reached for the vibrator and lubed it up, not that I needed to; I was already soaking wet. I turned it on, moaning lowly when its soft vibration could be felt on my hand. Looking back at Daddy, I see him stroking his hard cock, his hooded eyes on every inch of my body. Feeling his intense gaze on me, I lowered the vibrating dildo to press against my aching clit. My body buzzed with a blinding sensation.

“Yes, Daddy… I can’t stop. I need your cock every day.” Saturday they went to a cheap motel on the edge of town. No one would recognize them there. Kane paid for the room and as soon as the door closed he had her on her knees, throat-fucking her until tears streamed down her face. Then he ate her pussy for nearly an hour, edging her over and over. Every time she got close he stopped, smiling while she whined and begged. “Please, Daddy, let me cum… I’ll do anything.”

"you are so perfect Ava ,you just dont know how many times i have wanted to do this" My core throbbedonce more as his fingers stretched me sweetly . Nothing could beat this feeling . I let out a moan as his teeth gently nibbled my p*ssy lips . " just like that daddy" I screamed as his fingers thrusted in to me faster. "I need your d*ck please ". "beg for it Ava ,tell me you are my slut ". "i'm daddy's slut" "Good girl , now cum for daddy". The filthy wet sounds from my drenched p*ssy surprised me .

He comes back with a bottle of lubricant. My stomach flips. He coats his cock, then presses two slick fingers against my asshole and pushes them inside. The stretch burns. He works them in and out until the muscle starts to give, then adds a third. I’m panting into the cushion, wrists still bound, my ass still stinging from the belt. “This is the part you don’t get to give away to anyone else,” he says. “This stays mine.”

I didn't actually have any sort of Daddy fantasy per se, but it was the admission of my desire to play a role for him. I wanted to be that kind of slut for him in this moment. The dirtier he made me feel, the more determined I was to fulfill that casting. I was so fucking dedicated to him in that moment as our skin steamed together under the hot water while he pounded me. He held my hips and fucked me from behind in that shower like a really good fucking Gonzo porno. It wasn't too fast or frenzied, but it was exactly the type of erotica that Maddy and I usually orgasmed to when browsing for a really great scene to watch.

“I’m going to split you wide open, stretch you full, you’re going to scream, for me to continue for me to stop, and even then I won’t stop, I’ll ravage your tiny holes because they are mine, just call me daddy, and my cock is yours” I clenched my eyes shut, my breath was ragged. Heavily turned on No, I had only one daddy. I was only soaking wet because I was ovulating, only Daddy Vincent could be my daddy, not Daniel. “You can’t touch me, daddy will put a gun into your dick…” I moaned, rubbing myself against his hardness some more. I angled my neck, so I could stare at his dark features. A smile broke out on my face, and then I started laughing, excitement stirring and pouring from my womb.

"Fuck, Daddy, you're so good, please." "Mmm, baby girl, tell me what you want. Daddy loves you so much. Tell me." "I need your cum inside me, please, Daddy. I love you." "That's my girl. Beg Daddy for his cum. Daddy loves hearing you beg for him." "Please, my pussy's hungry for Daddy's cum. I'm your only cum bucket." "Shit, baby, that's it. Oh, God, Daddy's going to come so hard for you. Are you close to coming for Daddy, kitten?"

“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.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son! "Yes, daddy!" I gasped sharply when he slash the kiss, and we both gazed at each other piercingly. Mr. Reagan's traveled to my thighs and he slipped into my pant, he flicked his fingers as he sorted for my pussy. Before I could say a word; he thrust his two strong fingers into my pussy. "Ow!" I moaned, my hands settling on his broad shoulders as he molested my pussy. Causing a series of emotions mixed with sensation to flush through my veins, the adrenaline was too much!