Punished By My Best friend's father II
HE rose, his gaze never leaving hers, and unzipped his fly. His c**k, thick and heavy, sprang free, already hard and engorged, a dark vein pulsing along its length. It was bigger than she’d imagined, intimidating in its raw power. She swallowed hard, her eyes wide.
He pulled her close again, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her slightly. Her legs, still weak from her orgasm, wrapped around his waist almost instinctively. He guided his c**k to her entrance, its head slick with her own wetness.
“Look at me, Camille,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Look at what you’ve done.”
She met his gaze, her eyes still hazy with pleasure and a rising anticipation. He pushed, slowly, deliberately. The head of his c**k stretched her, a tight, burning sensation
