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Pulling out, he slowly slips in, feeding me more inches of his thickness. I gasp when his piercing hits just right. Our eyes stay locked, getting off on the desire reflecting in them.

Widening my thighs even further until I’m at his mercy, he withdraws and rams his cock deeper. I’m so embarrassingly soaked and stretched, there’s no resistance.

I’m his for the taking as hard and rough as he wants.

“Your body knows who it belongs to,” he grunts, retreating to the tip and plunging impossibly deep. He doesn’t stop until every single inch of this massive dick is inside and his balls lay heavily against my asshole.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out, impaled and pinned down with his cock and weight. He angles his hip while buried inside and I moan. “Please. Ahh.”

It hurts in the most magnificent way possible.

I feel owned.

Possessed.

The burn of his length mixes with the pleasure when his thumb circles my clit. Flicking it teasingly, he pulls out and thrusts viciously, shunting my body up the bed.

“Daddy!”

“Yes! Scream my name. Daddy’s perfect little whore,” he rasps, his thrusts picking up speed. “Taking his cock in her tight virgin ass.”

“Harder, Daddy.”

Sitting up, he throws my legs over his shoulders, raises my hips off the bed, and fills me in one rough stroke.

I see stars.

The fucking galaxy.

“More,” I beg.

“Want it harder, little anal slut?” he taunts, pistoning his shaft in and out. I twist and turn, shaking violently as he soars my body to new heights. “Cry for me. Choke Daddy’s dick.”

My asshole accepts every brutal thrust.

He keeps pumping like a savage.

Suddenly, he abruptly pulls out and flips me onto all fours. His favorite position. Yanking me up with a fist in my hair, his free hand circles my throat and he fucks me for his pleasure.

Our skin slaps together.

Obscenely.

Erotically.

“Fuck! No one takes my cock like you do, baby girl,” he groans, licking my jaw. “Like you’re hungry for it. How is Daddy supposed to resist your sweet pussy and little asshole?”

“You don’t have to,” I half sob, half moan. “It’s yours, Daddy. My pussy and ass are yours to fuck.”

Throwing me down onto my stomach, he lands on my back and grinds deep into my channel. The piercings give pleasure while his thickness delivers pain. The two begin to blur until I don’t know which one I love more.

“You’re so big, Daddy,” I cry. “It hurts.”

He goes wild.

Thrusting.

Pounding.

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