My dad’s best friend thrust into me without warning, his thick cock stretching and claiming me in one powerful stroke. I cried out, arching my back, desperate for more. I couldn’t get enough of this forbidden pleasure. Marcus rocked his hips, thrusting harder, deeper, owning every inch of me. “Now come for Daddy,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.
That was my undoing. I shattered around him with a broken cry, pulsing helplessly as waves of ecstasy tore through me. “Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers stroking my clit with feather-light touches, drawing out every last tremor. “Such a perfect little girl for me.”