He started thrusting shallowly, f*****g my face with controlled power. Each push stretched my throat, making me gag and sputter, but the discomfort only made me wetter. My n*****s were diamond-hard against my dress, aching to be touched. I was so turned on I thought I might c*m just from sucking him. My free hand slipped under my dress, fingers pressing against my soaked thong, rubbing my swollen c**t desperately as I deepthroated him again and again.
Mr. Rossi noticed. “Greedy girl. Touching your pretty p***y while you choke on Daddy’s c**k? You don’t get to c*m yet.” He pulled my hand away firmly, making me whimper around his shaft. The denial only heightened everything. I sucked him with renewed hunger, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue, doing everything I could to make him lose
