Your Dad's Perfect
Each thrust is designed to remind me that I’m completely at his mercy.
I try to breathe, focusing on steadying myself, but his pace quickens, and my control starts slipping. His cock drives deeper into my throat, and I gag, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. His hips slam forward harder, each thrust more demanding, more relentless. He’s using me with such intensity, pushing me to my limits, and all I can do is submit to the overwhelming force of him.
I struggle to catch my breath through my nose, every nerve in my body on edge as he gets closer, his hips moving faster. I can feel him tense, his cock throbbing in my mouth, and I make the decision to swallow around him, desperate to pus