Jeremy’s eyes burned with dark, unhinged lust as he stared down at Daphne’s helpless, bound form in the tilted wooden chair.
The c******s sucker was still latched onto her swollen, throbbing c**t, pulsing mercilessly and forcing her to writhe and moan against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles.
Her p***y was drenched, dripping arousal mixed with the remnants of Kyle’s earlier pathetic load down onto the seat beneath her.
The red lighting of the secret room cast erotic shadows across her naked body, highlighting the red marks from his earlier slaps and the flush of desperate need on her skin.
“Daddy shouldn’t know how you taste,” he repeated slowly, voice thick with restraint and hunger, “because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. You’ll be ruined for anyone else. Especially
