I obey.
Slamming down on his c**k, taking him so deep my c**t grinds against his pelvis with every stroke. The wet sounds are obscene – squelching, slapping, the unmistakable noise of a p***y being thoroughly f****d.
“That’s it.” He’s panting now. “That’s my good girl. My perfect little slut. Riding Daddy’s c**k while Mommy sleeps down the hall.”
The words push me over.
I c*m – convulsing, clenching, my rhythm falling apart as pleasure whites out my vision. I collapse forward onto his chest, still impaled, still shaking.
He doesn’t let me rest.
His hands grip my hips. Lock me in place.
And then he starts f*****g up into me.
"Marcus – ” I’m overwhelmed. Oversensitive. Every thrust feels like too much. ”Please – ”
“Please what?” He’s relentless. Brutal. Using my body like I’m nothin
