Do I?
Yes, i beg him to fuck my ass
I answer him, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. "Please, Daddy, fuck me," I beg, using the degrading term he's forced upon me. "I want everyone to see how much of a slut I am for you." The words feel like acid on my tongue, but I know this is what he wants to hear.
He releases my balls with a chuckle, his hand moving to the front of my towel. He pulls it away, exposing my hard cock to the night air. "Looks like you're eager," he says, his tone mocking. "You look like a dainty princess in that towel."
His fingers slowly remove the towel, letting it drop to the floor. My cock bobs in the cool breeze, a stark reminder of my own humiliation. "On your knees," he commands, his voice firm and unyielding. I obey, my knees hitting the cold concrete with a thud.
He steps closer, his cock now fully hard again, pointing directly at my face. "Open wide," he says, his hand guiding it towards my mouth. I hesitate for a brief moment, but the fear of his wrath is stronger than my pride. I part my lips, and he pushes his cock into my mouth, the taste of my mother's pussy still lingering on his thick member.
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