MAKE ME SCREAM, DADDY
“And you’re going to keep telling me how much you hate me while I stretch this tight little cunt open.”
He pressed forward, inch by torturous inch, letting me feel every ridge, every vein, the burning stretch as he filled me completely. When he bottomed out, balls-deep, he stayed perfectly still, grinding in tiny circles while his hands returned to my swollen, abused nipples, pinching and rolling them mercilessly.
The fullness was overwhelming. The ropes, the nipple torture, the hate in his eyes, the way my body clenched greedily around him, it was too much and not enough all at once.
Bab Populer