SINS SO FÜCKING

Delicious throat fück

Chapter three

Iris' POV

Delicious throat f**k~

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I could now feel him getting bigger in my mouth. And I knew what that meant.

Daddy was about to bless my properly-f****d throat with his hot load of c*m. Thinking of that, my cunt throbbed even more. Hell, my panties were already soaked with my juices.

I couldn't wait to spread my legs for him and have him eat out my sugar p***y, bringing me to orgasm.

"f**k, Iris, I'm going to come," he grunted, thrusting faster, his c**k's head ruthlessly slamming against my throat, tears flowing down my cheeks from the discomfort as I made gagging sounds that only seemed to motivate him to f**k me even deeper.

Eventually, he fisted my hair with just his right hand while tucking the left one behind his back, the back of his wrist pressed to his lumbar region.

His thrusts were slower, but that didn't mean they were less intense. I knew he was very close to cumming.

I held his thighs and started nodding on his c**k while he paused his thrusts, letting me have my fun share of sucking his d**k.

It didn't take long for him to resume thrusting; this time, he was spewing profanities while making deliciously dirty remarks about my oral p***y.

Finally, he slammed my throat one last f*****g time, bottoming out, his throat reaching places in my throat that it hadn't even touched all this time.

I felt his c**k pulse as he erupted inside me, not just once but three f*****g times, his warm cumload filling my throat.

He slowly pulled out, strings of drool adorning his shaft.

I didn't waste time swallowing his love gruel, ignoring the discomfort of my throat that had been ruthlessly f****d sore and raw.

Then I inched forward to make adept use of my tongue in cleaning his c**k of the meld of my drool and remnants of his c*m adorning his length.

Once I had done that, I began licking the tip while locking a seductive gaze with his heated ones. Before long, I was already giving him another blowjob, totally fascinated with his big, fat c**k.

And when he cummed this time, it wasn't in my mouth but on my palms, which were put together in a receiving gesture.

I saw his load of c*m glistening in my palms. It would be a crime to lick it all. And that's what I did, even licking my ten fingers one by one.

Having done that, I rose, stripping myself of my shirt and bra, my boobs and erect n*****s now exposed before him.

I cupped my breasts and made my n*****s brush against his chest while looking at him, biting on my lower lip gently.

He wound his hands around my waist and lifted my short black and green striped skirt, palming my exposed assglobes.

I'm so thankful for wearing a pink g-string today. The feel of his calloused, warm palms cupping my naked butt cheeks and kneading them like fine dough was so amazing.

He soon hooked his index right finger on my g-string, tugging at it high and then letting go of it.

A gasp escaped my lips. And he kept doing that, tugging at it harder each time, my gasps crescendoing.

"My little slutty Iris, are you ready to get pounded senseless?"

Did that even need an answer?

My tongue darted out to run over my lips. "Kiss me, daddy. Then f**k me."

Wasting no time, he dipped his head to lock my lips with his in an intense, passionate and claiming kiss while simultaneously tugging at my g-string, my c**t throbbing against the soaked fabric.

When the kiss ended, he commanded me to lie on the bed with my legs arched and my butt at the side of the bed.

I obeyed, my soaked underwear revealed before him, which made his c**k hard again.

Haha. Glad my cunt had a wonderful effect on his c**k even though he hadn't seen my c**t yet.

"Look at you, already this soaked," he remarked, his tone thick with lust.

"It's because I'm your w***e, Daddy. Can you see, my p***y craves for your fat c**k, Daddy. So hurry up and stuff it inside me, please," I said without shame, my eyes focused on his hardened c**k, already praying for it to sheathe itself inside my sharp-set p***y.

"Not so fast, you w***e," he told me as he palmed my clothed meaty cunt and squeezed its succulent folds together.

"Daddy, please, f**k me already. I'm begging you. I really need your d**k drilling my p***y right now," I implored with a pleading look.

"You will get f****d, but not yet. Patience, honey."

Oh god. He was getting his revenge on me now. I needed him to f**k me, but here he was deliberately doing everything except that.

It's all my fault. For not sucking his c**k on time when he literally asked me to with all seriousness. If I hadn't been rebellious earlier, my p***y would have welcomed its long-awaited and favourite visitor.

Oh, I doomed myself.

Was there any pill for regret because I'd surely take an overdose of it.

He placed his d**k atop my clothed vulva and then brought my legs together, draping them over his right shoulder.

And so I watched as he thrust repeatedly into the core formed by my closed thighs, his d**k's underside rubbing against my clothed engorged c**t with every thrust.

"Oh f**k,"

It felt so good. I loved this feeling of him f*****g me like this. But this was not enough. Far from enough.

I needed him inside me this moment. Oh god, what would it take for him to bury himself inside me and f**k me till I'm properly saturated with his love juice?

I'd do anything for that to happen.

"Daddy, Ahh~ Please... f**k me~" I told him through fevered moans, eyes droopy.

"That's what I'm doing, aren't I?"

"No," I shook my head, "...not there, please. My cunt. Fill me up. Stuff me with your d**k, I beg you, Daddy. Have mercy on me,"

"Be patient, little slut," he told me, an impish grin spreading his lips.

Oh god, I've really shot myself in the foot.