Daddy’s Sweet Addiction
*Squelch.
The sound of their union was loud, a wet, visceral noise that echoed in the sterile room. He began to move, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, his balls slapping against her perineum with a heavy, fleshy thud. *Slap. Squelch. Slap.*
"You feel... like a vice," Alistair groaned, his composure slipping. "So tight... god, you're squeezing me so hard."
"I can't... I can't breathe," Maya gasped, her head tossing from side to side.