price price price price price price price!!! Did i say price?!?!?!!!
Well Price is sick, so he’ll have you saying both lol.
Running his tip through your folds and then letting it ‘plap, plap, plap’ against your soaking hole.
“Tell Daddy when it’s too much, yeah?”
But he likes fucking with you, feeling his girthy cock barely enter your sopping pussy, then he’ll take it out.
“Price-“
“—Thought you were gonna tell me when it was too much.”
You hiccup on a moan, glaring back at him, “ ‘S not enough!”
“Ooooh, ‘m sorry honey,” He feigned an apology, adorning a pout, “let’s try again.”
He’ll do it over and over, and over, only giving you the tip, till your belligerent, tears welling up in your eyes, tears dripping down your thighs, quivering and limp, a pretty desperate mess.
“Please Price-“
“Tsk, tsk, baby, know that’s not what I wanna hear.” He’s almost close the caving himself, grunting at the wet feel of you.
You whimper, chest rapidly falling against the bed sheets, “Please Dad, need all it.”
“There she is, good girl.” He praises, plunging deep into your velvety walls. Every ridge and vein of his cock filling you to the brim. Your eyes roll back into your skull, clutching onto the sheets for any help.
“S-so fuuull.” You slurr, drool dripping down your lips and onto the pillow case from how good your feel.
“Just riiight, isn’t it lovie?”
a/n: I fear this was too much im sorry.
