Last night Daddy phone sex was intense. First I was on all fours, my ass in the air. Ultimately I could feel the anticipation dripping down my thighs. In fact daddy’s cock was already hard and slick.
Then I felt him nudge against my opening before he thrust in. With no warning, just pure, raw penetration. Daddy’s cock thickness stretched me wide. And the head of daddy’s cock hitting deep, making me gasp with the sudden fullness.
He started pumping, his cock sliding in and out, the wet sounds of our sex filling the room. Each time he pulled back, I could feel the drag of his shaft against my walls, only to be slammed back in, filling me to the hilt. His balls slapped against me, adding to the rhythm of our fucking.
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As I was moaning, incoherent, as he grabbed my hips, pulling me back onto him with each thrust. Undeniably I could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it moved inside me. This made my pussy clench around him, desperate for more. When daddy reached around, his fingers found my clit. He started rubbing it in time with his thrusts, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, his voice rough with lust, and I could only whimper in response. Then daddy’s pace increased. Driving his cock with an relentless force inside me.
And when I felt it – his cock swelling even more, the telltale sign he was about to cum. Of course He didn’t pull out; instead, he buried himself deeper. As his fingers still working my clit, daddy started to cum. In this moment I could feel each spurt, hot and thick, filling me. Enticing is the sensation of his seed flooding my insides. My orgasm crashed into me, my body spasming around him, milking every drop from him.
As he pulled out, I felt his cum leaking out, trickling down my thighs, a warm, sticky reminder of how thoroughly he’d fucked me. I was left panting, my body still trembling with aftershocks, the evidence of our raw, explicit encounter seeping out of me.