Page 42 of Sable's Santa Daddy

No, he worked into her, hitting her deeper with each thrust. She was so impossibly full and yet she couldn’t get enough. Sable wanted more. More of everything. More pain, more pleasure, more sweetness, more discipline. Just, more of everything about her daddy. He’d said he loved her which had been a surprise. What was even more surprising was that she thought she might love him too.

It probably wasn’t that he’d started pinching and twisting her nipples, alternating with slapping her tender and smarting tits.

“You ready to come for me, baby? Hmm? Is my little miss going to climax with a huge plug stuffed up her ass and Daddy spanking her tits? Are you thinking about the big load of come I’m going to pump into you? How you’re going to be my sweet little breeder, always with a baby in your belly?”

Between his filthy words, the torture he was inflicting on her tits, and the way he was pounding into her pussy, she couldn’t help it.

“Yes, Daddy,” she cried as her ass clamped down on the plug and her cunt squeezed Jethro’s big fat cock that he was pistoning in and out of her.

Her orgasm was so intense she felt like an atom bomb going off—the initial explosion followed by a no-less intense mushroom cloud, pleasure billowing through her body as every muscle in her body squeezed and released until she shook.

It was only a few more brutal thrusts until Jethro was gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh so hard they’d leave bruises, and she could feel the pulse of his orgasm. She wished he was spilling those thick ropes of come inside of her, but the way he roared as he spurted into her would have to do for now.

“Mine, baby. You're mine. Mine. Mine.”