I was on my back in Lisa’s bed at 7:55, naked, mouth open, the toy already out and shining on the nightstand. Derek locked the door at eight sharp, looked at me offered on his daughter’s sheets, and didn’t waste time.
“Whole day. She’s on a double. You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve used you three times. Hands above your head. Throat first.”
He straddled my chest and pushed into my mouth. The head hit the back of my throat and stayed until I gagged and spit flooded. He gripped the headboard and f****d my throat in hard, deep strokes, hips snapping, drool running down my cheeks onto her pillow. Tears streamed. I kept my hands where he ordered them and took it, cunt already dripping onto the sheets, empty and aching. He watched my eyes water and went rougher.
“Hold it.”
He buried him
