On my bed, I was totally naked. just waiting, that’s all. The moonlight filtering through my bedroom window illuminated the space just enough for me to make out the nightstand next to my bed, the closed door, and most crucially, the door knob. I was waiting for the doorknob to turn with my eyes fixed on it. I anticipated that sooner or later, like he has done nearly every night for the past two months, starting with my birthday, things would change and he would enter my room quietly. That evening, he claimed to have taken my virginity as a “birthday present” for me. He “realized” me as a woman. His female. Not my words; his. Since he started, virtually every night and would enter my room slowly, making me his plaything for the following two or three hours.
I strained my ears as I lay there on my bed, trying to hear anything. anything that could serve as a warning of his presence. But there is no sound, so I start to wonder whether he had forgotten. Maybe he just dozed off! Perhaps this evening he won’t try to force himself on me, make me yield, and then make me scream with delight as his fuck stick crashes inside of me. Maybe I can just unwind and go to sleep tonight. While a small part of me was ecstatic at the concept, a larger part of me felt somewhat let down.
He came over to my bed and pressed down with a smirk on his face Changing out of his boxers, he. “My girl is there. What’s up with Daddys Princess? Are you prepared to enjoy more fun? I remained silent as he leaned down and delicately brushed my cheek. In the beginning, I never do. As usual, I am speechless.
He laughed.
He slowly crept up onto my bed, exposing my treasure to his view by spreading my legs. Even in the dim moonlight, my wetness was evident, and Daddy grinned. I was drenched from all the suspense and waiting. And I was appalled by that. This wasn’t right! This was prohibited, and against all the rules! I always have a drippy mess by the time he enters my room, though.
His sperm sword slowly slipped out of me till only the head remained. He first pushed out before softly pushing back in. He repeated that action time and time again. Then all of a sudden, wham! He suddenly forces his meat into me hard, causing my throat to scream loudly. “It’s a joy to hear,” he said.
I carefully lick the mushroom head while holding his cock to rid him of the last few come drips that are stuck there. Then, as more and more of him eases inside, I let him slide between my lips. My tongue dances around his delicate head before sliding down the shaft.
He mounts me after shoving me down onto the bed, his cock slipping deep once more. “Ooooohhhhhh!” I cry out. Now that my pussy is more tolerant of him, He grins as he realizes I’m yielding to him.
He begins to fuck me with strong, forceful strokes as he leans in for a kiss. This time, he’s all about the hardcore fuck; no gradual warm-up will do. His hips push my legs apart, and his as he penetrates me harder and harder as my cheeks clench and unclench. “Yes! It’s over, baby! Take the cock, you belong to me!”
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