DIRTY DADDIES
“Say it.”
“Yours!” I sob, my fingers clawing at the sheets, my body arching against my will. “Only yours! Please!”
His release hits him like a storm. He roars, a sound of pure, primal triumph, as his cock pulses deep inside my ass, filling me with his heat.
I collapse beneath him, a trembling, sobbing, overstimulated mess. I am ruined. I am his.
But Zoran isn’t finished.
He rolls me onto my side, pulling my back against his chest, his cock still half-hard as it rests against my ravaged ass.