"I belong to you, daddy."

Your fingers tighten around her throat. "From now on, you're daddy little toy. Understand."

Liya's words were drowned out by your fierce fucking. The whole strip club was shaking from the violent thrust, or that was how you felt. Her back hits the couch so hard that the leather is torn and the stuffing starts pouring.

Her lust is reaching its climax. Your own need is growing, and it is on the verge. But something made you want her more, and you continued to go deeper into her wet slit. Being this cheating asshole, you realize there is no place you would rather be and nothing you wouldn't do to see her again.

But you also want to take the little slut. You pull her out and flip her on top of you. Her bright smile fades and turns into a dark look of confusion. "Wait, daddy, no... No, put it back." Liya pouts. "I can't..." Her words were cut off with a swift crack across her face.

"Listen up. Ride my cock like the good little slut that you are. Maybe you'll earn my cum. Or maybe you'll end up with a punishment."

She nods reluctantly. Your hand grips the girl's hair, jerking her face-to-face with you. There are only inches between the two of you. Her labored breath washes over your bland, scruffed features, and her pussy heat presses against your rigid member, so close to going back in. She inhaled deeply. The intoxicating smell of her thick lust filled the air.

She takes in deep gulps of air and steadies her heartbeat. You didn't take the time to stroke your cock slowly, watching your sexy, dark-haired stripper descend onto it as she gripped it between herself.