He doesn’t wait for permission.
He pushes.
The pain is sharp – a burning stretch that makes me cry out, makes me try to pull away. But Richard’s hands grip my thighs, holding me in place, keeping me spread open while David forces past my resistance.
"f**k – ” I’m sobbing now, tears streaming down my face. “It hurts – Daddy, it hurts – ”
“I know, baby.” He doesn’t stop. “But you’re going to take it anyway. You’ve been teasing me with this ass for two years. Now it’s mine.”
He pushes deeper.
Inch by agonizing inch, stretching me open, claiming my last virgin hole while Richard keeps eating my p***y. The combination is overwhelming – pain from behind, pleasure from below – and my brain can’t process which is which anymore.
“Almost there,” David groans. “Almost – f**k – you’re so tight
