My breath is caught in my throat and my nails digging into his back.
Is there a line we shouldn't cross?
I really can't tell, because I'm sure we've crossed it all from the moment I clung to him, and the moment I peed on his c**k.
The lines and boundaries are no longer existent as the water feels like a secret now, warm and forbidden, hiding everything below the surface.
His c**k slides out from between my p***y lips and slide in again, pushing my lips apart and making its place there.
“T-Travis…daddy” I whimper and he lifts my left leg to hook it on his hip, “baby, I'm going to give it all to you” he says and I make a tiny noise of agreement.
The wet slide of his thickness over my slit is something that makes me leave my mouth hanging open, it's too good.
“Please…” I cry and he pus
