DIRTY DADDIES
I whimper, matching the rhythm in my head, fingers pistoning in and out, curling to hit that spot that makes my vision blur.
“Fuck me like you hate me. Like you own me. Stretch this greedy pussy until it’s molded to your cock, until I can’t walk without feeling you leaking out of me.”
I’m getting close. The pressure is building, a tidal wave at the base of my spine, my toes curling in my heels.
My fingers are a blur on my clit, slick and relentless, my breathing a series of sharp, desperate gasps.
I’m making noises I’ve never heard myself make—raw, animalistic sounds, guttural moans and whimpers that would make a p**n star blush.