I’m right on the edge again.
He stops. The ice disappears. His mouth returns, warm and soothing, licking away the cold.
He edges me three more times with his tongue and fingers, never letting me c*m.
I’m a broken, whimpering mess by the time he finally kneels between my spread legs, c**k in his hand.
His c**k is huge. Thick, veined, the head angry and leaking. Much bigger than Ryan’s.
“You want Daddy’s c**k, Lila?”
“Yes— God yes— please f**k me—”
He slaps the heavy head against my c**t twice, then notches it at my entrance.
“Eyes on me when I take you.”
He pushes in.
Slow. Relentless. Stretching my married p***y wide open.
I moan brokenly as he sinks deeper and deeper. The burn is intense. The fullness overwhelming. When he bottoms out, balls deep, I feel him in my stomach.
“f*
