Coming home

[Do****]

She’s already on her knees when I open the bedroom door. Submissive and ready to serve. I stand over her and she looks up and her eyes tell me everything I need to know. She’s been waiting and craving this for hours. She begs me to do my worst without saying a word. She is here to be used, to be an object whose only purpose is to be fucked. I place my thumb on the tip of her chin and she opens her mouth obediently. My cock is already throbbing and aching so I unfasten my belt and slowly inch my way to the back of her throat. She takes every inch effortlessly. No choking, no gagging, just salivating more and more making it easier to thrust harder and faster while watching her throat get bigger every time I push all the way into her. Her pussy is dripping wet, so she places four fingers on her clit and massages slowly in a perfect circular motion. It’s not time for that yet. I grip her wrist and pin it behind her back, but she tries again. This time, I stop what I’m doing and stand her up. Tie both wrists together behind her and *** her face down on the bed. She must be punished. I deliver a firm, flat palm across her ass. She moans softly, she loves it, this is what she wanted. I spank again and again, her moans louder and louder until she squirms and can’t take any more punishment. Her cheeks beet red and hot to the touch. I flip her over and look into her eyes, she’s ready to serve. She’s ready to be fucked. I put one hand on the small of her back and lift her lower half onto my lap. Her pussy is desperate to be used and pleased. I ease my cock into her until that beautiful little clit is pressed against my body. A few deliberate strokes later, and I can I feel her juices start to intensify. I push down on her lower belly with my free hand and use my thumb to rub her clit just how she does. I fuck her harder and deeper. Her rhythmic moans turn into screams, her thighs squeeze my waist, her eyes roll back, we both let out one long simultaneous groan while my balls drain into her and she convulses with overwhelming pleasure. Her body loosens and she lies still. She made daddy proud.

[wa****]

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