What Daddy Left Behind
He positioned himself behind me, his large hands gripping my hips like a vice.
He thrust forward, sinking his thick, heavy length into me in one brutal, breath-stealing motion.
I gasped, arching my back as he filled me entirely.
The sex was chaotic. It was messy, deprived, and completely feral. He didn't establish a rhythm; he just pounded into me with a desperate, maddening desire.
He was marking me after the confrontation, and loving me with a violent intensity that bordered on madness.
The friction was agonizingly good, his body slapping against my ass with loud, echoing cracks in the dark room.
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