Tyler’s c*m was still leaking down my thighs, thick and hot, but his monstrous c**k was already rock-hard again, throbbing against my ass like it owned me. The secret room smelled like s*x — sweat, my p***y juices, and his masculine musk. My naked portrait watched us from the wall like a filthy witness.
“You’re not leaving this room until I’ve completely ruined you, Tiffany,” Tyler growled, spinning me around and slamming me face-down onto the desk. My t**s pressed against the cold wood, n*****s aching. He kicked my legs wider, exposing my c*m-dripping cunt and twitching asshole.
“Three years I held back,” he snarled, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Now you’re going to take every inch of Daddy’s c**k in every hole until you’re nothing but my personal breeding whore
