That afternoon, in the shower, he pressed me against the tiles, water cascading over us as he lifted one leg, sliding into my soaked p***y from behind.
'Feel that? Daddy's c**k owning you under the spray.'
He smacked my wet ass, the sound echoing, then reached around to rub my c**t, fingers slippery. I moaned, fogging the glass, pushing back as he railed me, nipping my shoulder until it bruised.
By evening, we were in the kitchen again, me bent over the table, his hands pinning my wrists as he ate my ass, tongue rimming the tight ring before two fingers joined, stretching me while his other hand fisted his c**k.
'Taste so f*****g good, gonna f**k this virgin hole soon, Tanya. Make you scream.' I writhed, c**t grinding against the table edge, cumming with a sob as he fingered me deepe
