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I groaned deep. Pressed my hips forward. Kept her there while every last drop emptied into her mouth. “f**k,” I breathed. “Just like that. Swallow it all.” She did. She f*****g did. I pulled out slow. Her lips popped off my c**k with a wet slurp. Her chin was soaked. Her eyes wild. Her tongue…

She did. And f**k, the sight…. Her lips were swollen. Her cheeks flushed. Her throat bruised. Her t**s swinging gently from the movement of her breath. Her p***y? Still dripping. Still begging. Still f*****g mine. I shoved her knees wider. Spat between her legs again. Let it trail down over her ruined clit. “Daddy,” she…

Sliding down her thighs in sticky trails and soaking the floor beneath her. And I just stood there, c**k still hard, hands on her hips, watching her reflection twitch with every pulse of overstimulation that rocked through her little body. I should’ve stopped. Should’ve pulled out. Cleaned her up. Tucked her in. But I didn’t.…

* Please Daddy Picked her up again. And stepped into the bath. Water sloshed around my calves. Steam wrapped around us. I sat down with her in my lap, her body soft and warm, chest pressed to mine, legs straddling me.. And my c**k? Still hard. Still angry. Still f*****g ready. She tried to shift…

I grunted. My hand wrapped around her throat from behind. Not tight. Just there. Just enough for her to feel it. “Shh,” I whispered into her ear. “Don’t talk. Just feel me.” She squirmed. I tightened my grip. She moaned. Her p***y clenched. And f**k, I lost it. “You know how f*****g dangerous this is?”…

I moved again. Rolled my hips. Made her feel every inch. Every ridge. Every swollen vein pulsing inside her. “You feel how deep I am, sweetheart?” I growled, dragging my hand up her back, up to her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed like the little toy she was. “You feel how your body…

I spread her open. Watched her flinch. Watched her tremble. Then I lowered my face. Sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and growled. Squirt On My Face Princes That was all it took. She screamed. Her hands flew to my hair, yanked me closer as her thighs clamped around my head. Her whole body…

Slapped my c**k against her face..once, twice…watching her flinch, then moan. It was still coated in her slick, still thick and angry from how hard she’d made me c*m earlier. I smeared the swollen head across her cheek. Her nose. Her lips. Down her chin. Then I pushed. Her lips stretched wide as the tip…

“That’s what I thought.” I yanked her up by the throat. She stumbled, eyes wide, thighs quivering, mouth still open as if she didn’t know if I was going to spit in it of f**k it again. I pinned her to the wall, c**k grinding against her stomach through my pants, leaving a wet, sticky…

“But I will. Soon. I f*****g swear it.” My voice cracked. My eyes burned gold. “And when I do..fuck..you’ll beg me. You’ll scream for me to stop.” I knelt behind her. Ran my hand down her spine. Gripped her ass in both hands and spread her wide. “But I won’t f*****g stop.” My mouth went…