Dean using all that lean, tan muscle to push your body to its limits. “C’mon, baby. Big stretch for me. Promise that pussy is gonna feel nice and warm when your legs are all loosened up.” He had you lying on the couch with your knees close to your ears like he was gonna fuck you, but his boxers were still on and the only contact he was giving you was his large hands pressing at the back of your knees. “I know you like it better when your legs are too sore and stretched out to do anything, pretty.” Gazing lovingly in your eyes and pushing down on your thighs hard enough for your head to start pounding, he told you “You’re like one of those little plastic frogs that you push down on to make it jump. But instead of jumping you squirt all over me because I stretched you out too good for anything else.”
Like he said, with each press of his hands your cunt got even warmer, when you felt yourself dripping down your crack your legs kicked a little, trying to tell Dean without words that you needed him. “Don’t start actin’ like a brat now,” he said, shifting his grip to your ankles to involve your hamstrings in the ruthless stretch. Your face scrunched up in pain and you gritted your teeth, hating that he knew how much your cunt would react to the treatment. Dean leaned down to kiss your forehead, tasting the sweaty sheen gathering there. “Dad,” you cried out, calling for his real attention, tears leaking down your face in earnest now. “
Shhh, baby,” he soothed, easing the pressure he was putting on your muscles. “Feelin’ nice and ready for me? Ready for dad to give you what you need?” You frantically nodded your head, reaching your arms up in a bid for him to pull you into his chest. He pulled you into his warm embrace, settling you so your feet were planted on the couch on either side of his hips and your pussy was dripping on his bulge.
“See, honey? Now you’re all ready for me. Promise you’ll feel so good when you cum for your dad.” He pulled his waistband down to free his cock and clasped your hands on the back of his neck so you wouldn’t fall backwards. He traced his tip along your folds, groaning when you coated his cock so easily. When he was lined up with your entrance he gripped each of his hands to your hips, and helped you sink down so slowly. With each millimeter he gave you felt yourself bloom for him, and pleasure washed through your body as he fucked himself into you. “Feels good, don’t it honey,” he said smugly as high-pitched keens escaped you. He took his time working himself in, and when he was fully sheathed he meanly ground into even deeper to ensure you felt every single inch. Your fingernails worked themselves into the flesh of his neck, and the sounds your pussy made when he started bouncing you up and down made your cheeks heat in embarrassment. True to his word about turning you into a toy, he kept his hands on your hips and forced you down to take all of him and let your body naturally spring up on its own.
“You come up so fast you’d almost think you’re tryna hop off me, but the noises your little pussy is makin’ tell me you love bein’ my little frog, huh baby.” You leaned in, desperate and sloppy for a kiss, whining when you realized that only made the stretch and his cock even deeper. He captured your lips, filthily licking into your needy mouth. He moved one hand to support your tailbone and keep his rhythm, the other reaching down to rub at your clit. You keened, the friction making every burn and discomfort pleasurable. Deans thumb expertly traced circles around your clit, and the pressure caused heat to lick up your spine. You kept gushing on him, the sounds of him splitting you open getting even more obscene. The hand at the base of your spine kept pressing you down, ensuring your abused pussy and legs stayed nice and stretched out for him.
“Fuck, baby you sound so fucking good. If I wasn’t already buried inside of you I’d be shoving my hand in your cunt just to hear how you 'n your pussy whine for me.” His hand kept rubbing at your clit as his hips canted up to meet yours, and the closer you got the weaker your body became in his arms. “Dad,” you mewled, the pathetic sound dropping from your lips on its own accord. “I've got you, honey. Can you cum for your dad? Make him all slick and easy for that cute little pussy to suck on?" Dean kept pushing your hips down so he could force every thick inch against your g-spot. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and Dean knew how close you were from the way your thighs had started to shake. He slid all the way in and ground your hips down, coaxing the orgasm through your body. You fell forward into his chest, the stretch no longer feeling intense from how much he had loosened you up. The warmth rushed through your body, and Dean rocked you through it, cooing and shushing in your ear. "So perfect for your dad, honey. You look so pretty when you cum. All dumb and needy for me."
His thick arms wrapped around your body, keeping you in place and comfortable while he fucked up into you. You mewled at the overstimulation, his fat cock slipping deep inside while he chased his orgasm. The sound of his muffled groans of pleasure in your hair were enough to keep you comfortable while he rutted into you as you waited for him to spill inside of you. He pushed your hips down to meet his, his cock painting your stretched walls white. His mouth moved down to kiss your neck, and now that you were nice and full of him you could relax. "You did so good for me, baby. Love the way you stretch out and whine for me while I pump you full."
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