Mr. Daniels Dumps His Cum Inside Me

“Fuck! I’m fucking CUMMING!” I screamed.

My body short-circuited. Pleasure flooded through every vein. I’d never felt so good in my entire life.

He buried his cock in me; my clit rubbed against the hard muscles of his pelvis. I felt his balls tighten.

“Take my load, whore.”

I shuddered as his dick throbbed, shooting yet more bliss into my sopping cunt. I grunted in satisfaction. At that moment, it didn’t matter that Mr. Daniels had bullied me into submission just as his son had bullied mine. All that mattered was how good it felt.

He pulled out, and I groaned in exasperation. The absence felt sudden and harsh. When he swatted my ass, a bead of his cum fell out of my pussy.

“Good luck feeling your husband now.”

Mr. Daniels, still naked, fixed himself a glass of ice water. I laid on the floor, panting, trying to collect myself. Thoughts the pleasure had kept at bay now attacked. I’d just let a man fuck me. Not just fuck me, but completely **** me for his own gratification. And I’d begged him to do it.

All for the sake of my son.

“You’ll tell Eddie?” I asked. “Like you promised.”

Mr. Daniels looked at me like he’d forgotten about the naked blonde on his living room floor, “Right. Eddie!”

“Yeah?” Eddie shouted from his room.

“You know a kid named Quentin?”

“Yeah.”

“Leave him alone from now on.”

“Alright, whatever.” I could have imagined it, but I thought I could just make out the gluck, gluck, _gluck _of a facefuck.

Desmond turned back to me, “There you go.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. You have any more problems, come back to me.” He finished his water. “You wanna get fucked again, you come back to me.”

I sighed and rose to my feet, “Not likely,” I said. Then I felt his cum leak down my leg, and I grimaced.

Mr. Daniels smiled with all his teeth, “That’s what all you white bitches say.”