Taking What He Wants Part Three

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

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I could feel my pussy contracting, trying to grasp his cock and pull it into me like the greedy slut he thought I was and I hated how ashamed I felt because of it. The door knob rattled like someone was trying to enter but he didn’t flinch. Instead he drove his cock into my desperate slit. His hand clamped over my mouth and nose at the same time to muffle the rush of air his cock shoved from my lungs. He leaned over my back as he fucked me hard and grunted, “It means I always TAKE what I want.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Early Sunday morning, Daddy was lounging on the couch in just his boxers, watching ESPN with a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked exhausted and worn out after a weekend of fixing stuff around the house. I pranced into the room wearing just my panties and a tank top, stopping just before him with my hands on my hips. “Stallion ride!” I beamed.

“Kaykay, it’s too early, baby. Daddy doesn’t want to play.” He wouldn’t even look at me, just stared at the screen. I huffed, super annoyed, I wanted him on his hands and knees while I climbed on his back and pretended I was a Princess taming my wild steed. I stomped my foot and puffed out my lower lip in a pout.

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