â shut the fuck up. and donât fucking back talk me. â he spoke his voice filled with anger as he took her by her throat. â youâre a fucking dirty whore, arenât you? â he spoke laughing afterwards. his grip tightened on her throat but not enough to make her breathless. taking his hand off of his throat he turned her on her stomach. his hands glided across her ass before he smacked it hard leaving his hand print on her ass cheek. â do you want some more, slut? or do you want daddyâs dick in your tight cunt? â he spoke a smirk coming across his lips. if she wanted dominate, he would certainly fufill her fantasies.Â
Her eyes widened and she swallowed down her words, not wanting to anger him. As soon as he wrapped his fingers around her throat, she swallowed, her eyes fixed on his face. âY - yes, sir,â she replied, her voice a whisper. âYes, daddy,â she corrected, knowing thatâs what he preferred to hear. She peered at him over her shoulder once she was moved onto her stomach, a soft scream tearing from her lips as he slapped her ass, her hips bucking and back arching, her body craving more, more, more. âWant daddyâs dick,â she said, burying her face in the mattress. âNeed to feel it inside me - make me come all over it. Please, daddy?â she asked.










